The Counter Puncher
<p>I march to the corner of the square circle. The ring.<br />
The crowd is ecstatic and cheering, yet I don’t hear a thing.<br />
My senses are heightened. My focus sharp.<br />
The silence. It’s deafening.<br />
Anxiety waning. My intention, dark.</p>
<p>The ref calls us in. He reminds us of rules.<br />
As he makes us touch gloves, I glare at my opponent’s eyes…<br />
To look deep into his heart.<br />
He attempts to hide his weakness inside. As do I.<br />
We both know what’s at stake here tonight.</p>
<p>At the moment of truth,<br />
the fight bell rings thrice.<br />
Marking the start of the tango.<br />
We stalk, and we pounce.<br />
Moving left. Moving right.</p>
<p>Testing and probing,<br />
searching for clues.<br />
The path we should take to inflict and subdue.<br />
Feinting and jabbing,<br />
we observe reactions and actions.</p>
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