Facing life or death
he did nothing.
Stayed.
Delayed.
Chose not to betray.
His senses.
Paced the breath.
Spoke the Shibboleth.
Stood stock still.
Controlled his will
the learnt skill.
Just the lungs to refill.
Until.
The moment had passed.
No longer aghast
at what had amassed.
Steadfast and recast.
Strode on bestowed
up the road.
His mentality glowed.
With a shining load.
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