ON SIDING WITH THE UNALIGNED

This month
asphalt is in ascension;
asphalt is in acute-resistance.
I came to occupy (whose) absence?

Nothing/Nobody
has /had a
come apart/come-apart.
I try to sound the same, the same.

A flown-in distance, foreign
distance. A rift so bereft
I cannot shake this fleeing.

Dust is in the air. All dust seeks another dust.
Dust-patterned likeness: all of it/self in reverse.
I’m all grit, and register as atonal.