A Calm Best Served By Storm

Peace only does its job
in the face of war, yet
another duality whose
duels become irrelevant
in the face of inattention. 

Care less to care best,
kind fortresses are most
secure when fear under
lives its welcome
matted furrow.

Clearly, the lea of the 
mind must face up to
the sun enough to feed
an often hungry 
face;

dropped off can be
just as well as never
left, so meadow up 
to the closer vision
of a dawn lit by
thunder.