The Fight
Time moves quickly and yet so slow
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The fight consumes the senses
As your hands move without permission
Mind can’t keep up, thought forbideen
Bodies move, strike, collide; a flash of pain.
A second’s pause ‘fore the foe strikes again.
War in microcosm against two foes
Your opponent and yourself.
The master the latter and lo
The fight is yours.