By the end of the bout he was punched out. Fists capsized muscles shouting. Deeper down. He felt the insult of a kiss. Deeper still than we can go. Further out than triremes row. Drowning slow. His memories persist. Out beyond the telescope’s pry. Up above the tallest Dutch dope high. He realized. This mystery is his. Underneath the ocean floor. A part of who we are we don’t explore. I adore. The meaninglessness of the this. We can’t express. By the end of the bout he was punched out. Fists capsized muscles shouting. Deeper down. He felt the comfort of a kiss