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.