Eyes even with the blades of grass,

but not on your back anymore.

You are forced to stare back,

so that you can finally match their eyes.

The eyes of the lions.

The eyes of the tigers,

The eyes of all the spectators.

So that were parallel with them.

trying to defeating them

while still practicing with them.

Putting to bed all that chemistry,

that doubt;

all those rituals.

Deleting only a fraction of it

only some of what we wrote,

only some of what we thought.

We were still bolstered in that moment ,

but still obliterated with plenty of time left