Sunday, August 21, 2022

#495 Melmoth


I sold my soul for
150 extra years of
life; but after filling
much of that time
with a variety of

troubled wanderings,
this is where I end up —
riding a road bike tot-
ally unsuited to the
barren mountain trails

I’m fated to finish my
years trapped upon, &
all the while looking so
ridiculous that even the
owls seem sorry for me.

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