Breath held
No sound
Senses tingling
Hearts pound
Perfect second
Perspiration
Storm calm
Anticipation
No retreat
No return
Breathe out
Worlds burn
Locking eyes with your opponent
In the moment before the moment
Please also check out this poem from March, on “The Quiet Ones” : https://altheauthor.wordpress.com/2015/03/26/the-quiet-ones-poem/
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A Certain Point of View 
I am standing here at my desk reading blogs in a quiet space. It is dark outside with storm clouds. My only opponent today is time… how does one look at time in the eye? Lisa, co-host AtoZ 2015, @ http://www.lisabuiecollard.com
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Ah, the eternal, unblinking opponent… time 🙂
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