True Fallow

The sun would rise here
Perhaps it plans to again
Who am I to say?

I take night as is
Traveling pathway and page
By my eyes distinct

"I feel I have sinned
Not granting a time for rest
To let the fields lie"

Echoed words a knife
Though I would not trade these scars
Perhaps the fields would

At least they can now
As I whistle to the dark
I have what I need

Heart beats cold and strong
Like a bear hibernating
Or a dormant seed

"The Bard was prepared
It was the road that needed
To take this breather"

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