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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