FISTS IN THE AIR

The punches come,
we take them into the
unknown number of
rounds,

sparring with every
heartbeat, we stand,
we fall, we get up, to
gain more ground,

holding close in
the dance of souls,
wearing out soles,
until the final bell tolls,

close-fisted to our own
device, a sweet science,
more true and concise,
until our bodies bare
...fists in the air.