Begotten

Begotten in the sand where for long the granulets
Have sought to be drained sought to be soaked
In light

Forgotten where the land meets sky lining the curtain
Of time with a resin thin enough to not give a damn
This way or that

Beholden to a truth closer to a lingering than a calling
Closer to the thin shroudiness of evening than to dusty
Afternoon

Forbidden by laws that permeate your skin and travel
Duty bound to places objectively untold materially un
Sound.