Breath is deep.
Hands are light
Speed aligns with distance.
Music holds attention.
The body settles into forward glide.

Then pressure enters sideways.
Jaw tightens before thought.
Shoulders rise without permission.
Space narrows.

A pulse spikes behind the eyes.
Heat floods the chest.
The foot hesitates, then presses.
Not to stop.

To respond.

Mirrors multiply intention.
Time shortens.

The path continues.
So does the charge.

Music returns as noise,
fingers gripping,
breath shallow.