Perfection stretched into seconds.
dauntless, the color of my intent –
brilliant crashed azure
to chase away the whispers.

The creature claws against
polite motion – contained
within repetitious practice,
straining against rehearsed paths.

The moment flickers past,
temptation swoops hastily –
promising optimistic results,
daring me to break ranks.

The release is swift,
I shudder in anticipation –
knowing and feeling
harmony and precision.

Expectations well within me,
the sweet sound still resonates,
as I resist the urge to witness
letting wishes propel my effort.

Finally, in moments past propriety
my ego no longer brooks patience –
as my arms come to rest in stilled repose,
the vision of a straight and true flight reward me.

E.W. Hinton

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