Double Glass, Made Full Poem by James McLain

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.
Without the loneliness where no sky is distant,
There is here; her hopes.
Exactly pure the line each dove' As; You describe.
Peace depending on the type
each curve of the letter of the fire.
Therefore as yours
and my reputation made from the result of this sky.
You, that, the center of this exposed house
which has lived and loved of love.
Extreme is the dream, the decisive blow
hammer the lover of loves' eagerly it desires.
And the certainty of which river is which
and whose is bitter from dreams.
All that flows.
The double glass, made full.
Those twin scales each raised made whole,
make order to take balance.
Centered and love likes two wings.
Therefore was is it aught of which is transparent
each thing, it was from you it made from?