It Is But The After Glow Poem by James McLain

This
one cloud
is but
honor from sky that cloud
is forever lost to me
to let me go out,
away from back into i was again i am
inspecting
but the glow
secure in it's compliance, mysterious one in it's memory
which is there and was a low price they paid for it's usefulness.
high in the arch, sits her and her in his, his large angel
which art thou and orders it to pass it by
and the angel most assuredly.
Being firm from the flesh and by any means of escape going out
from the heavens until,
the attempt now is, it too follow.