The majesty of combat fills the eye.
Impassive moons, rockets red glare.
Harmonies of sound, troops in symmetry.
It commands you.
Proximity to death
knows proximity to life.
You tremble.
You are intense.
You are aware of your skin.
The colors on the river.
The setting sun.
Love aches to be felt
and even if you can't,
you know,
it's there.
A look of innocence,
reminiscent of the past.
Those green mountains to the west
feel scary even though
you don't touch them.
There's a safety in that.
There's beauty in war.
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