In a streak of light
And a rush of noise?
What makes the heart pound,
The mind exult,
And the body tingle?
Is it the knowledge
That we possess to much
And embrace the erase?
Is it the power
That defies mental physics
And throws down cowards?
Is it that we love
Hearing the hands of gods
In epic arial combat?
Is it that we have witnessed
The most ancient,
the first exalted?
Is it that everything
Lays low and beholds
The epitome of primitive?
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