Against the grain

poem

 With and against the grain of sand scratch

Fallow inside the screech of Western night

I look for those who stand this side the ratchet

-ing stark of daybreak dusk in search of light.

Down over the territory recalled by the map

 Whose contours break in symmetry delight

 With closing droplets of ceaseless in-airing app

 Whose features are so common that they do a lit

 

And yet the cries so still do silenced core

 A part of me that is lost in transcevery

 And on my sleep and slumber to decor

 A   dream once docked by cacophony

 

And with that phantasm to be  ever needing found

 A priceless gift of gold is transference wound.