Fallow 333
The sun is setting
Obscuring deeper weather
Quippish erupting
All these pretty clouds
Find fallow giving a pause
Snapping half and half
Snapping in quarters
Now that the sun has gone down
Taking a deep breath
Slipping in sideways
Half Phoenix no simple task
When words are wrapped in
In the dead of night
Dream balanced on razor blade
Or a blade of grass
I've weighted tables
"The lowborn are but a breath" Psalm 62:9
Yet nothing remains
Yet I am still here
God I know you have a plan
For this broken man
I thrash in the dark
It's the closest to dancing
I can do right now
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