A man is stood in a room,

the drums beating in his ears,

its late summer,

the beat drops,

it’s meditation,

smoke settled on the lungs like morning fog,

a state of pure presence,

Danger,

Adrenaline kicks in,

fight or flight,

the body chooses fight,

he sets is base,

chin tucked,

fists primed to unload fury,

eyes zone in on the target like a sniper setting his sights,

his eyes focus,

he sees movement,

guard up,

ready to the target

who gets the first strike,

there it is,

he sees it..