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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