Encoded in the grain
By dint of endless repetition
The difference between
Theory and practice
Thought and execution
If I could do this thirty years ago—
The actions live within me still, correct?
Hidden by disuse
Atrophied, but waiting to awake
(If my aging body can support the strain)
Clumsily I mimic my much younger self
Working from imperfect recollection
Seeking some detail--
Sound of blade on blade
Scent of sweat and leather
A shock that will reverse the flow of time
Evoke the nerves’ potential
If the theory’s sound
If I’m not so changed by growth, experience and time
That what worked then is ill-fitting now
If so, what then?
Time to write new memories
Scrape the palimpsest and start again…
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