Fallow 120

The sun is shining
But I am chilling inside
As I often do

Much to consider
Dreams direct analogies
For shaping of realms

Not a thing has changed
Now that I have woken up
Which is curious...

If the mind shapes realms
How does this one stay the same
While the rest changes?

Imagine a plate
That spins and shifts wildly
But view stays the same

Near impossible
Yet this is how these days go
A sign painted red

Up like a sore thumb
But one that can't be held out
Perpetually

The hand is shaking
That holds up the walls between
Meanwhile, I rest.

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