Fallow 197
The sun still rising
Competing with thunderclouds
Luminous lux tides
I slept through this storm
A bevy of adventures
Keeping me asleep
I wake well rested
Curious of words spoken
Linking to dream seen/scene
I have begun work
Unaccustomed to quiver
Beginning so full
This day my oyster
Perhaps even week, month, year
Or much more than that
So much uncertain
In this topsy-turvy world
We are blind to truth
These eyes born blind too
With so much refocusing
An image takes shape
One that will remain
Not ephemeral like most
A beacon of eep
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