Suttle Periods Poem by James McLain

Whether it is from the blue of the bluest cotton
which;
suspended over between this matter
from the flax more or less becomes less complicated
prosperously with the environment from each own, their wood,
comes the field a body of oranami of the pinkest fair clouds
of the highest consolation
where it should and can make a division within that and does.
As for that,
and that thing of which each;
it would vist and each their own part,
which removes falling from the movement soft of shape
and wave the very new human that invisable muscle,
the approval which is seen by you, i see?
As for suttle periods between it'
Together the [O] you blow; Empty; if you do berift of it,
The good-deed's following quickly to each her head,
and contrails white finger which melts it slowly in the dance
and lower, each cloud apart; which it turns to the air of each leaf.
And there are times when damage from thy shock is wiped permanently away and naught but joy remains..