Master Marathon, ahead of the pack
Thinking in miles and breathing wrung-out air
He pulls and pushes and transforms
Until the goals that were so far are now so fair
And then he slips through a light
and all the who's, whats, and hows
disappear into a blistering cloud
of whens, whys, and wherewithal.
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