Physical/Cerebral

Propelled by a wave of fear, passion and pain,
I hit, I arrive like a burst water main.
Physical, I do.  Cerebral, I lead.
Techniques practiced at plate-techtonic speeds
Are executed with pinhole precision
More quickly than a fries-or-rings decision.
Seconds of violent personal connection
Are spelled by minutes of clinical reflection
On the requisite, minimal success
Of a masterpiece in choreography, in pursuit of Mars's mess.
I limp back to my position, fighting stiffness as I bend.
Then, eighty more times, I will do it again.