waka of budouadana: sevens

StandOne man versus six,He makes his hilltop stand,Bravely facing thoseWho would supplant him by force,His staff no better than theirs.OptionsEach of seven flasksHolds a unique heady brew,A different futureIn each dreamy concoction:Paralysis of options.OutsiderThe outsider leavesThe parade of daily life,Briefly looking back,Bearing seven silver swordsAs if he could defeat death.BlessingsThe