Fifty Three . . .

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Passion

by Stormcat

I like to see             passion

unleashed where it lays       hidden       within

(and it always lays hidden within)

It defies anticipation,              concentration,       discipline, training

crosses meditation's power of control

supersedes limit

speed, precision, endurance, strength, fierceness, all

fall to passion's cadence, the swirl of its light,

its penetration of will, swing of its rhythmic undulation

building  building         pressurizing unnoticed Adrenalin

heart-released only against present moment walls of limits

swirling searing light, moisture laden avalanche, gentle cool tornado

Balanced on destruction edge

the only choice of will . . . . survive Vesuvius' stratospheric ride

or     assimilate to . . . Pompeiic ash

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