Eye of the Monster

Cousin to coarseness,
Fellowship averse,
Disguised as harmless,
The problem wanders
At home in the waste.

It’s in discussion
With something older,
As everyone is
Who’s in discussion,
Given discussion

Is always older.
The monster reaches
Back and rummages
About in the sands.
There are ruins here,

Ways for arranging
The patterns that mean,
Older than cave paints,
Older than syntax,
All blur before that.

Try to catch its eye,
Be the shadow’s source
That makes the monster
Lift its shaggy head.
Cover your own grave.