The lunge is quick like an angry boar,
The launch is smooth and wind it draws,
A whirlpool of focus and immediate attention,
Circumstances forgotten while surroundings blur.
The body rises but the head goes first,
A shattering collision of reflex and nerve,
Shimmering decisions as the future unfolds,
The barrier broken, the army march forth.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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