Arguments Disarray Poem by James McLain

Many days and days to many.
Think all those leaves I blew.
You scattering,
and hanging moss those others.
No one there I was you are we were.
To face the clouds above alone,
on certain days below of which is done.
All the, the's the buts because unknown.
The experience I have of that to you it is.
How there were of those.
The ring forever stretched why mercury turns
gold so white and stays like you until l.

Never & Eulogy; Permanently, Inc.
When we as people, leave these voices heard.
It is more than possible, it is conquered.
Many days and turning intervals go by,
hours, seconds time.
While our arguments disarrayed and…