Because we raced together,
In climes both bright and gray,
Often finding pleasure,
Embracing pain that way,
We never thought it curious,
As the distance fell hard afoot,
Why words were so superfluous,
In telling a truth that put,
Meaning to that effort,
Or cause to announce as such,
The act was all we needed, any
More would’ve been too much.
For it was all there in the motion,
Simple, stripped, and bare.
“Do this,” we thought, in tandem,
“And the rest we could forswear.”
For the mantra of our breathing,
The rhythm within our pace,
Gave lyric enough in cadence,
To ruddy out our face.
‘twas the simplicity of our purpose,
The goal almost epicene,
To surmount the lower regions,
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