Beneath the calm green, a quiet blaze waits,
coiled in muscle, in bone, in pulse.
In the spaces between swings,
between breaths,
a luminous blue flame burns.
It knows no ordinary victory,
only its own insistence.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 11:38 PM UTC
Beneath the calm green, a quiet blaze waits,
coiled in muscle, in bone, in pulse.
In the spaces between swings,
between breaths,
a luminous blue flame burns.
It knows no ordinary victory,
only its own insistence.
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