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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