When I was driven to compete and test my mettle
I learned a word.
The old man withe the gravely growl. A wise and bedreggled owl.
His eyes bored in as he did impart. The art.
The beauty. You gotta be clutch son.you gotta deliver.


      Clutch.
A state of zen.
Conquer the moment
Again and again.
Jockspeak I know BUT analagous to living.

Condensed.The now is all we truely have.
Runners high in the blink of an eye.
Pure pleasure to live the moment.

Unbridled.
Making love. *******.*******. you pick.
For me relaxed concentration. A zen state.
Pure harmony? That special union. A once a lifetime.

Once. And only once.
Clutch happenstance.
Same,same.

Grinding gears? Can't mesh.
Slack tide....suspension. joy or pain?


I learned it became addicted to it
Sheer confidence that I will overconquer
The moment.
Then I lost it and came crashing down.
I was human after all.
But such is the human design.

Soar high and long.
Ignore the siren song.
The moment is all there is.