~ for the grandson of an extraordinary man~ <> the supply chain, which unless you’re a logistics aficionado, is alot of ve-hicles, planes, trains, ocean going monster ships, & shaking hands of humans, of a Heinz variety of colors, who give nary a moment to what it is they are moving across a planet
all miraculous in the ordinary schema, but when you slump in the recliner, and think about chains, and the reach extraordinary
you issue a curse of admiration and lean back and think, with luck, I’ll never have to move ever again,
and more moment’s preserved, to serve and be served, for all us deserving,
to let words and visions get passed around, and the supply chain unchains the human soul for the best thing us you~mans can truly produce, the art of new creation