Sparring

Loneliness is that driblet that seeps through
Your neurons after you touch gloves.

In the next 180 ticks, there is no escape
From the man whom you barely know,

Yet is fuelled by the same obsessions
And devious intent. Fate’s precision waits

For you to reach the peak of your consciousness
Because lessons are best learned when

Volatile. Karma is sweetest when you
Expect it. The first blow to your head

Will not sting. It will be just like a pillow
Fight with cushions loaded with hollow blocks.