The cock was sleeping soundlyFor it was not yet the break of dawnAnd so it did not noticeThe sprinklers going off on the lawn The streets were sleeping soundlySave a lonely streaking vanNothing much was around at the timeExcept the man who ran The sands were not warmThey don’t hold for too longThough some clung to the solesSinging a soft wet song The sea was coldAnd quiet as deathNo waves broke the soundOf the man who caught his breath Blurred was his visionAs sweat poured down his faceBut rest he could notLest he miss his pace So ran the man with a planInto the distant darkNo lights lit up his…