I have these blisters on my feet now

(underneath my big toes)

From twisting, pushing

trying to hit the or in four

 

Sometimes twisting my arms I don’t know

If I’ve done it right

Until the explosion of arms

right on the or in four

 

Rebounding, I grab

something

maybe a staff

or an orb

of power

whatever it is, I know

it’s important

it has weight

I give it weight

where it doesn’t exist

between my hands

gripping the now-heavy air

with fingers so alive

you can see them from the audience

 

Engaged in a battle (ritual?)

I’m only half-seeing

The sweep of my hands against my body

(the last e in three)

The extension of my arms, planting my foot

(TWO. Don’t forget the head. Without the head it looks like

nothing)

I feel the energy in every motion

The way it crackles

arcing

sweeping, now barely (briefly) contained

before brushing across my chest

dropping to my left

my hand

my gaze

on and not before the or in four

 

Here at the start

Breathing, looking left

Waiting for the drop

(One)