Parchments Yellow Dream Poem by James McLain

and under the monument..
..once laid the land...
a Constitution just and poetry..
those two sentries, grand once tall.
and I am blind, as well...and need..
those hands that held them out...
and Yellow words that changed..
as uncertain I always greet you.

You will not always, except me.
and i rust a name, too define you?
I hide my words as most hide
gold, for most spend them with
hast and...hurridly...It is I.....go..

When you touch me, I will never
be what I was, it is poetry or is it
was and I let you touch, is it poetry.

Complicated words hide I'm base,
think me through to your beginning
once was I so pure, now hast tastes
unsure and I fear nights...
release..and you.

You are chaste, and most are, hide me
from those, whom chain me, inside
the rock of time, even from the blind sea.