Become a gain

I give myself more each day,
To what holds weight,
And stays.
Give myself more,
To what remains,
Letting loose those,
Surplus grains amongst the rains.
Watch each washed,
Become a gain,
As in each,
I rise, a little lighter.
There is still a beach within my hand,
Still a weight within my step,
A strain upon the line of sight.
And as I die,
Between the dusk’s of nine to five.
My hand,
Feels the feign of a silver sand.
A ghost amongst the passage.
And I,
Mair fain tae fecht,
Leave wondering,
When those grains,
Become a gain.