Magnificent Creation

To see a runner is to see a
that has been years in the making.
Once less than a babe, nothing but perhaps an angel,
this being now springs forth like a beast
and carries upon his shoulders the weight of atmospheric pressure,
not to mention the expectations of thousands of ancestral species.
But now he is the beacon of natural selection,
and he runs, bringing glory to the Maker
Who made him the perfect

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