Clausewitz, On War, Book 1: A brief meditation

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Berlin was cold.
Disconnectedness was mean:
Mad sectors of spy versus spy.
Yet,
In the end,
Information with passion prevails,
Permeates walls,
Perturbs the politic.

Paper. Scissors. Rock.
Influence disseminated.
Are we not all Berliners?

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