SAIO #3

My ferocious speed is stationary, my intensity desolate. In all the vastly finite competitions with the indifferent mechanical beasts never end in defeat, each victory the onset of the next confrontation: another empty triumph. I am a lean body with tremendous girth and nonexistent height. My life on tar cuts through deserts, traipses swathes in great forests, glides conically past mountains, running parallel with myself among giants of finance. I will only crumble long after man, never changing. Ready. Set.