taking those turns like a greyhound
yet, does that race ever end?
finally comes a moment
when the greyhound starts
to go "put" "put"
out of air
once it stops, he feels,
his heart beat
pulse with the real truth
an inner knowing
that no race can know
the steady beat of his heart
that's been there throughout
all of his swirling head
and voices from outside and within
it is that pulse, that beat
in the breaking heat
when he really hears
the true meat
the meat of the matter
heart over mind
the true victory
knowing he does not
have to let his mind run the track again
listening in, honing in,
to that steady thump,
"pump," "pump,"
he stops
and it is all clear
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