Sits down with the nervous ping on the skin and
sits shivering in the warmth of confidence
and the concoction of nervousness.
In a few moments, what could be but
a few minutes to that of a few hours
the two come to such minute differences.
A single move forward or the delay for
a major progression can lead to the
end-all for one or the other.
In every move comes that sense
of instant regret, that maybe I should
have done it all different.
Maybe in that idea I spun the web to
catalyze my own structure, safety, and
the units of infantry.
In silence, the heart screams against ribs
and the mind plays it off as though it
were really okay all along.
This is not the sort of sport for the weak.
This is not the sort of sport for the scared.
This is the hardest game ever constructed,
and only the defiant and the brave
will take on such a risk.
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