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The Shot

Bang! My lips turn down to frown Windage and elevation, it didn’t feel right Turning the turrets, two left and two down Minute of angle accommodating my sights Both eyes open and steady hands Acquire the target and slow the heart Breathe, and lets the bags of sand Steady the path as the bullet departs Still high and right, the target would say Turn left and down adjustments are made Bang, and another shot on the way Near center circle, the lead had been laid Now the world was leaving my vision The target grew bright, in focus and clear The shot required not a single decision No hesitation or thinking, no doubt and no fear And just for a moment, I was alone No thoughts or distractions, no notice of the world No intrusion for me, immersed in the zone Laser precision about to be hurled Bang, the shot rang clarity clear Point of aim and impact are justified now Slowly I come back to those who are near They never knew I was gone anyhow Maybe engrossment, or perhaps a trance It’s hard to discern what is what Just like the dancer is really the dance I am the shooter - I am the shot

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