As For Fear Poem by James McLain

As For fear, As for me and perhaps as do you,
like I in possession of fear, perhaps, if it finishes to be,
before my pen drys it gleans' It has thoughts of you overflow.
It is my lower brain, high before the book which was stacked, with characters of they whom like us came before, as for why,
grasp of it take it down please grab hold, it is rich this way by us star nights complete yea let them ripen, time It accumulates.
The grain of sand which I am are not you there beneeth us the all that is he.The grain of this held out do not fear all are there.
When I see, night' am I thinking of you thus for you would I come back to you all over again but it's hot then cold think yes stars.
Think that perhaps, the surface of mine never you live the enormous sign of high expectationes which becomes cloudy, and because I trace my fingers upon your face, the shadow which hides the hand of chance; When you and I feel, fair creative ones of forever crammed into one single hour, I have not seen under any condition more in thee,
never by flattery or the tounges hidden power, with favor good unreflecting love -Then I of the world stand independently on the waves lifting my face to the sky.