[FREE FLOW DOJO MANIFEST]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THIS WAS WRITTEN TO THIS BEAT...
You enter the dojo and misread while not realizing that has lead to the annihilation of many.
So many are the bones lying silenced in shallow graves of being swept away by the verbal swordplay.
The dance plays out in slow motion in the mind of a time traveling, inter-dimensional warrior as flowers petals fall to the winter ground... the leaves wither and turn to dust, summer sweeps by in a second.
Whirlwinds that spring up and form tornados swirling as you lost in the spin fall dizzily behind.
A flap of my sleeve and a cut in the fabric appears, so sharp are these blades of flashing steel that the white meat stands out till the blood flows forth.
Spilled from between the lines of rational that fall in ranks of syntax onto white parchment.
Drops of ruby red splattering in miniature explosions to the dojo floor.
A flurry of contact and it is over.
I the warrior walk away.
jerald hamzahfaruq murphy
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