Well-marked path on the ground. 
Back and forth, 
Strike, block, strike, kick. 
Strike, block, strike, kick. 
Back and forth, back and forth. 
Magical, mystical forrest, 
Steam rising from the ground 
In swirls smelling of rich earth. 
Strike, block, strike, kick. 
Walk slowly. 
Don't let them know. 
Strike, block, strike, kick. 
Walk slowly. 
Heel, step down, forward, backward, turn, 
Heel. 
Walk slowly. 
Earth worms. 
Mosquitos. 
Everywhere. 
Ignore them, 
You don't feel them. 
Walk slowly. 
Don't let them know 
Before you strike, block, strike, kick.

Blurr

The evening's aglow
In yellow, fading to orange
Pink and purple clouds
Mountains lie like giants
Green and great
Embracing the sky 
Allowing the darkness to surround
Knowing that light is always
Just a matter of waiting.

Cities shimmer and glimmer past
Buildings, tall
All alike,
Refusing change,
All made more beautiful
By lack of sight.

Glow. Glow.
They all seem to glow.
Yellow, orange, red, red, red.
Colorful polkadots
Like 70's art.
That's all they are.

Like 70's kitchen art.

Darkness comes.
I'm just a passenger on this ride.
No sight of what's ahead.
I cannot see, I cannot see
But blurry lights in all directions.

-Marisol Tena
6/23/13