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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