Fallow 177
The sun is rising
Clouds expected day and night
But no talk of rain
Work started early
But it has felt like a breeze
Grateful for this ease
For so much feels rough
Like an unexpected squall
When clear skies were called
When I cannot sleep
Sometimes my signal scatters
And I feel compelled
Perhaps a target
And a shifted focal point
Can sever these strings
Is this the next night?
The test of my guitar skills
In realm before dream?
I want to improve
But cannot help wondering
If I need to help
Those with muddied paws
Those too clean to reach their realms
As a go between
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