James McLain Poems

I move the rolls from side to side
and some have not been moved in a while
while with soap and water
the yellow liquid I gather, she sighs.
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Love·lies there bare, things of this
move past to show, you live to tell.
Billowing out in bright crimson red
this full sail beneeth the bluest sky.
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At the center whose noon when it is upright,
you stand so bright
and securely clusterings of the bright orange sky.
Lastly, savaged a city.
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Shallow seas,
and men not knowing, making man,
their bodies being.
Long when colored water,
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I May,
softly speaking, when you turn your ear
away into my glowing heart.
Though it beats for now
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Your memory and my desire when it comes releases,
limitlessness, you and most futures once an abstract.
Who dies, who lives not the person who dies.
She with death, he her friend both without unLike God,
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Far off too the distant land my sea.
Such is each wave different we-race froward.
Three percent skimmed rich in Futures grace
With thee, 'I cherished the stride the pace.
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Far off too the distant land my sea.
Such is each wave different we-race froward.
Three percent skimmed rich in Futures grace
With thee, 'I cherished the stride the pace.
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