Fallow 163
The sun is shining
Another hot one today
With no change in sight
One juncture now passed
Was something meant to be born?
I see nothing new
Save attacks on Hope
Know if this sword slips one way
It will not be hers/theirs
Still I focus strikes
Call me butcher or surgeon
Call me patient/steak
I sense we all are
In some way each of these things
Both carving and carved
Both molding and mold
Growth each rampant and verdant
As eye(s) might behold
So be cruel or kind
Cast your lot in your best suit
But know it's worn now
Through fire and flames
Textile ash in the air
I work even now
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