And so the COVID storm, this sudden surge of unexpected wave-born pain. Uncertainty fences challenge – thrust, feint…and parry.
With little quarter given amidst our grim despair,
Worry parries hope as need harries our bottomless loss.
And all the while it rains down numbers, an exponential torrent,
All lightning figures that fork and branch
Illuminating nothing.
BALANCE THE TRIANGLE LABS 
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