Far on . . .
Desperate after the perfect glimpse +
for more, I knew what I was up against.
So I dug deep in like never before.
Flesh behind, I used tools already developed,+
sharpening them in another battle, one
I knew was coming sooner, not later.
I'd been pushing through all envelopes.+
Looking back, they thought they had me,
knowing I'd not been up against such before.
But I had a decades-long practiced edge
against their deep, sharp angst and hate.
They didn't get any purchase, not knowing.
They knew where to aim, but privily I took
their blows aside, dealing with them at leisure,
carving up their attacks quickly.
No one else there, but I wasn't alone.
I left them behind, battling emptiness.
Close engagement over, I moved far on . . .