Fallow 113

The sun is rising
The weekend is wrapping up
The thrill expired

Days just come and go
These days I only count time
In terms of progress

Glimpsing her in dreams
Steps taken toward my soulmate
The rest washing by

Like a stagnant creek
How does this realm persist so
Whilst 6 feet under?

It can't forever
Is waiting game all that's left
Loss the next move made?

Others are aware
Of this I have certainty
Though only whispers

What is it they see/know?
Is there a way to glean it
Or do they tell me?

In every sunrise?
In bylines of all I (see/hear/read/write)
Does catalyst form?

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