it can be as short as a round,
as long as an epic.
The studied fighter
enters the ring,
a problem to tackle.
Each jab a calculated word,
meant to prod.
Hesitations, investigations,
searching, slow unearthing.
A combination like a stanza,
each punch a different line,
body shots, haymakers, upper cuts,
missing, landing, missing, landing.
One gets past your conscious enclosure,
knocks you down,
knocks you out.
An intellectual discovery;
bashed to a bloody pulp.
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