On Pain Poem by James McLain

For your pain.
Selfish their understanding.
Understanding the self.
Broken glass is unilateral damage.
When under the eyes of the other.
The red stain in the center of the sand dollar.
Broken under which foot of white hands
Surrounded on all sides.
Premised on pain must the ring?
On stone of the nuts thus are broken.
Being above me of this even the monkey.
Therefore to you by me pain must be known.
And with everyday that passes.
May come the miracle of your life.
Selfish their understanding.
Understanding the self.
Hold out and maintain your center.
With wonder,
your pain and your joy at times to be.
And the moon which was always accepted.
Alternative it passes by your field with one side.
The winter of your sorrow when it comes.
Which when seen by others as calmness,
and due you.
Many of your pains are of choice.
These of this one being different to oneself.
For though the finger be thick,
heavy and hard, it is guided by the tongue.
And out of tender lips,
speaking words that so far when heard, go unseen.