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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