The unidentified runner,

poised on heated clay like

disciplined roots,

sucking up valor like

bracing bodies.

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Golden with fury,

like Ra, a statuette,

nimble like luxuries and

nearly as weightless.

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He,the mobile, marble piece,

a knight retreating

into the low clouds, harrowed, but defeating,

silver icons of recycled grieving.

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Stretching sinew and veins,

wiry, turning like treachery and

beneficiaries. In his running

and the length of legs,

grating like machines, but

spoiled and red.