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.