In the Ring
when a fighter
is down
on the ground
all messed up
and bruised and bleeding
and the crowd is roaring
and the cameras are flashing
and the bright lights are blinding
and they’ve already wrote the headline
none of it matters
the fighter hears nothing
the fighter sees nothing
the fighter thinks nothing
there is nothing
no past
no future
only a pulse
the breath
rhythm and repetition
conscious and unconscious
like being underwater
the fighter becomes water
fluid
like a drop of rain
in the river
that cascades over the waterfall
and crashes down
into the deep
in total emersion
the energy dispersed
it evens out
in all directions
of space and time
there is no battle
to be
the fighter becomes
one
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