TIME, THE HEARTLESS RUNNER Time, the heartless runner behind! I heard his gaining cruel breath approaching as a fatal wind. And so he paced me down that path. Too soon he was alive beside me, the savage athlete coming fast! I gasped for speed, and almost cried to feel him racing narrowly past. And then I saw his sweaty back, his muscles tight around the bone, the vicious champion of the track! I would have run much worse alone. |
Norman Friedman in 1960
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