Fallow 332

The sun has gone down
Tiniest of crescent moons 
Adorning the sky

I've slipped out of time
Goals slipping from fingertips
Like these scanty words

Will wires alternate?
Maintaining past the threshold
Where my wide eye blinks?

I have faith and hope
That God's plans are not thwarted
By the likes of me

What's one more haiku?
One more poem in static
One more month to go?

That's rhetorical
I don't recommend looking
Shoulder to the plow

Because time dilates
And the only limit seen
Is what a man bears

How long has it been?
Did day slip beneath notice?
Will night do the same?

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