Appears to be that they did not even begin to understand their own state of wherewithal – bad boy and bad girl boxers, there they all are(.) Making mountains from seen-to-be uncharitable molehills, they seem to wish to want to keep their wired minds energetically Tired, actually. They refuse to fail to delight AND RELIGHT THIS FUSE
Inside of them- It flickers! And it IS infact within their sweat-
ridden pulsation of flurried fists. It is even in their antagonised eyeline: NO disguising this sense of purPOSE and pause… … for a heavyweight cause
Of case-in-point: they’ve even anointed themselves the chosen-Ones, and they w-i-l-l duel and DaNcE (WITh) themselves, only in a most
Facesmashing instance; their stance – one against another – is Grandiose for its EVERY HURTING WORTH
Their earth is curbed in the shape of a four-cornered world
