I have never jogged in place. I have
Never run a race. I have only watched
The scenery rushing towards and by me.
If I could remain completely motionless
Within, I would be content to wait
For the destruction from without. I am
A passing adjustment of several slower
And faster rates, but my intentions, resulting
From this discombobulation of existence
In one dimension, barely rates a mention.
I am sedentary, but I am anything but still.
The world the Red Queen runs to match
Unfolds and decomposes in me as it will.
I saw black ships invading, a massive navy,
But I ran my marathon at my windowsill.
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