~ for the grandson of an extraordinary man~
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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
4:07am
