Shrouded

I have missed the light between two snows
Failed to find the roughened diamond within a granular universe
So now I seek a You for reconciliation
The particulars of which are little concern

I attempt harmony with Gandhi
But am rather barraged with
Lowercase T's
Overlapped triangles
Sickle moons and pentagrams

              I have met Joseph Goebbels
              He is a man of Exacting Genius

All I have left are pages and pages
Which I must continue on with
So I may remind myself
Why I continue to breathe this air