Et: Al: Poem by James McLain

The place, ' It is somewhere; We find sleep entirely.
The place we entirely returned empty here, from it again.
To be full, 'We entirely, return it somewhere,
in order by whence, 'which it comes.
And the fact that we come, we inquire about the sea.
which is sent in order to do to foresee, recover that.
And is light, is dark, but the ' Certain; it'
The suffering interview person whom is crossed;
Wide it is cut off and several looks at between it, et: al:
The edge of the space which time moves has cracked.
To several to several sidewalks our thoughts.
To several as for that,
' Certain; it is'; s it is not. it'; Hot s. it'; The cold of s. it';
all thing from you it is taught, or it is not.
But being cut off finally and between moving,
having lived, luminous flux of all seconds you think.
Now that you know, 'it is that image of you that it shrinks.