How Far Can It Run.... Poem by James McLain

It sees through the smile that is sloppy cake..
The upside down frown that burns the sky..
It drinks the rain before it cools the tree.
y4y.it is verily thus in trust in your hand..
when the sky smiles..an obligation..it is.
You here the music of life your dance, is heavenly.
Do you crawl from beneath the skirt, hands cupped?
Giving prayer to it the she, in him, it is your dog of dogs,
backwoods by choice, when it's eating the bread
from heavenliest, mask of broken damns, you run.