This is how you lose a war:

    you seek stillness
    you fold to all the card games inside your chest
    you build up cold stone walls
     and compress all the air in your lung
     into silence.
    you count seconds until timeless
    you wait
    you hate violence.
This is how you win it, and more:
    you remember your liquid bones
     and the quintessential fluidity
    you employ when flowing from sitting
     to standing
     to flying through the air
     a hundred errands on your mind
     a million questions for your destination
    you find that soul-organ Aristotle missed 
     and when you seek stillness
     let it be for wisdom
     only.
    you hear the spinal hiss of kissing blades
     from sitting to standing to fighting
    you count seconds as moments and wait
      for only the right moment
     to strike.
That is how you win a fight.