Many swords you handle in life cut with both their edges.
Some for life, some for death & some for trimming the hedges.
Most would use as plow shears; if neighbors weren’t armed to the teeth.
Whilst the world seems afire, peace is desired beneath.
Still, while we think in black & white, ignorant of spectrum…
We’ll be lost in hubris vain; without a single breadcrumb.
Seen from either side, a blade seems the ficklest of things.
It has no view or voice, its user’s wail is all it sings.
Yet, humans seek out edges; blind to the blood included.
In the name of new frontiers, we choose to be deluded.
L.B.Stowe 