Untitled - July 07, 2002
It's an endless marathon
being run,
twenty-six miles
after twenty-six miles.
The terrain is rough,
and never of our choosing,
no byways and highways
to distract from the end.
The long distance runner
becomes but a speck
in the horizon
that never fades.
Every footstep
becomes a moment
away from the start,
towards the unknown;
every heartbeat
becomes a marker
against the winding time.
Running like hell,
but going no where,
that is the marathon
in circles.
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