one hundred and fifty miles and running

one hundred and fifty miles languishing in the silent west, a forgotten fool with an overload of words yet no willing ear to hear them, sputtering along between the backbeats, drowned out by the heaviness of exhaustion

vibrating alone
as the sun sleeps
behind me

racing the night
wondering which
will break first
me or the morning
as the miles tick on

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