One beat of fencing time
A maddeningly inconsistent measure
Determined by my pace
My pattern (and, perhaps, the pulsing of my heart)
Time shifts, dilates and drags
Compared to outer worlds
Here, within the lines of battle
Speed is relative
In large part we are warring for
Control of meter
Your vivacious marches flustering my blade
Raising my pulse, threatening to wear me out
I struggle to regain control
Regulate the terms of the engagement
Deploy my leisured actions to
Lull your response, entrain your speed
My coiled spring of energy unwinds
Marking the seconds, pressure building up inside
My hairspring trigger quivers on the brink
Explodes, collapsing distance, stops the clock
In the eddy formed by my disruption of
Time’s stream
I pause and focus, breath, relax
Reset my inner metronome
And we resume the tempo of our dance
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