Grain

Grain

I’m cutting across the grain.
My mind can’t see another way.
There is no easier clean cut.

My hourglass runs low on grains.
Patience is a fading illusion today.
There is alway another waiting rut.

Memories steeped in alcohol of grain.
Bidding you adieu gives me stay.
Whatever you say it starts with but.

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