Fallow 175
The sun is rising
These days have run together
This weekend a blur
Chaos Storm on screen
A full fledged structure seeding
One more in the line
This line is finite
Even if functionally
It is infinite
On this day of rest
I feel tension holding me
Locked, though I'm mobile
With this strange voltage
I find rest amidst the storm
(As the storm itself?)
Reap(ing) the whirlwind
Wind sinking beneath the waves
One squall left to face
It will be worth it
Though separated for now
I sense gears turning
Cobbled together
Strange contraption of a ship
Approaching the shore
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