How It Shakes Me - Poem by James McLain
The eye of the storm where I am.
Above your two, below is the moon.
I am waiting for it to become full.
Small I am large and large I am small..
Clouds pass by me suddenly.
Beauty how it shakes me.
Around the moon is one ring,
and who at your time I have settled.
Passing by the center a comet it comes.
Crossing the center moving lines, straightly.
The scar on the earth it is deep, round acutely.
Just your blinking star on the center of the earth,
how it moves me.
However it rains the scar is cleaned, completely.
The beauty of it how it shakes me.
Over the years who at one time I have settled.
In my world, I am you and you I am.
Faithfully with the life here thereafter and after one more.
All truth is then seen because of the eye, shaking death.
Passing by the center,
a comet it comes through the center.
The beauty of the scar,
the windows open is closing fast, more acutely.
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