He took his pulse
religiously, and checked
his soul's cholesterol.
His regimen was self
-designed to keep himself
obsessed and all.
With God, humanity
and Earth. With nature
supernatural, he kept
the faith and exercised.
His workouts were
exceptional.
All to what end? What
goal? What point? It wasn't
clear, at least to him. It
seemed the thing to do,
somehow. There didn't
have to be a sin.
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