Whose Pen Is Grey?

When blend of sight

eye the castes

of wondering's fall

whose pen is grey

by sleepless roar

may be the blight

of shining memories

strung or loosened flight

or just that lands

the curd saved from the whey ?

Half low and

screened of ageless stir

will sore meander

a sprawl of dismay

But who that crafts the

store will school

the shaken whirl

then adept can be

tall of the cruel