The Blueprint in the Drawer

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**The Blueprint in the Drawer**
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It does not arrive with thunder.

It arrives as paper.

Stacked.
Numbered.
Quiet.

A blueprint does not shout.
It waits
for hands.

Project 25 lives in corridors
where footsteps echo like decisions
already made.

Ink becomes instruction.
Instruction becomes position.
Position becomes power.

It studies the skeleton of government
bone by bone,
labeling each joint:

Replace this.
Bend that.
Remove the muscle that resists.

It speaks the language of structure,
not emotion.

It does not need to win hearts
if it can rearrange the machinery
that pumps them.

Drawers open.

Names slide into chairs
still warm
from the people before them.

Not chaos.


Design.

A thousand small switches
flipped in sequence
until the room
answers to a different light.

Project 25 understands patience.

It is not the storm.
It is the map
of where the storm will go.

It writes tomorrow
in administrative verbs:

Appoint.
Direct.
Reshape.
Control.

And outside,

people drink coffee,
check their phones,
kiss their children goodbye,

while inside the blueprint waits
for morning

to become policy
and policy
to become reality.

Because power rarely announces itself
with drums.

Sometimes

it clears its throat

and begins

with a plan.

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