I strike at your heart, but it hits you moments later. Too fast, too fly, I’m a smooth operator. “Je suis le plus grand”, the punch with an aftershock of iris and violet. White lights, vapour lamps, the final bout, the count to ten, the olfactory knock-out. You were raring to go, but now you’re almost calm, as you lie there at rest. I’ve changed you, but I know it’s for the best.