I felt disgusting, watching him cycle past,
Taught Glowing legs pumping away
In a synchronized beat to God's drum.
The colors flew by, a blur, muddled by eyes,
All the ripe fascinations of the rainbow
Caused Great Hermes' evny in His laboured wind.
Stealing his presence we tried all to swallow,
He beat his way through like a storm
Thundering and gusting on his past.
An audience flustered and lost to recognition
Gaped in our awkward sentimental grudge
For we wanted him to slow and share.
Pushed onward He did, 'twas what kept him verted
That coveted metaphor so challenging in my eye
And the others stop, flash, regain, continue.
A moment; fleeting coin of a few seconds,
Must be, for corruption of time shall ruin all,
That once was meant to be, Perfect.
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