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In the Ring

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

TL

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