Inside Drifting Clouds Poem by James McLain

come unto me while inside drifting clouds.


Of the message inside drifting clouds
do pass them by hunter words all
hurd telling me what is to come
of events shaped in that
bottle in past.
Hearing
Explaining
listening
past...

Being shaped as have they all in the past.
And in thus, it is being of the being it is never.
And likened unto the bottle that is necked in the middle
and slow very slow whits thus yet thick
yet wherein there when it passes..
And yet it comes and it goes how it passes...........