Dominant Rights Poem by James McLain

And wherefore by it/it dies.
And there is no dominance left is it right?
The center of the universe when by it/it cries.
Leaving it open exposed.
Coming to come then using the person the wind.
And west is the ocean for some which is one.
When being clean it is chosen all around there are stars.

Tiny feet however pink, small is each fist as it's raised.
Wherefore art thou have I come to you for the second time.
loved was I last by the first I was lost in the maze of your mind.
And for the sake of conveniance watch it die.
This being said and there is no dominant right.

May the flower the wind bows raise it's the head?
The shock of the rain which is not the cause of the shame.
Above this the flower the essance below it, is cause without.
Knowning naught and naught knowing it has died as a nail,
passing through and driven by it/it strikes the head of equality.

Whom destroys the being, broken eye of the sun to the one,
and again it must die and here I have no dominant rights.
When again I am erased and simply by this, then you can.