Promontory Poem by James McLain

Thus it is, be it the 'Queen'
and like kind is dawn, 'as it moves
each 'kind is King,
and of that time, 'which it dissolves.
Mr and Mrs. combined a Speaker.
And none would be the wiser,
From dust thus it is, we are simple.
Where red empty space, thine isle
when from the center it speaks,
Few would, 'but could, let it move you.
Ahead to thus back from memory,
rich deepness of embrace, thine it finishes,
it does not stop, teaching then next,
and mercy is tempered and necessary
void of each song is my memory.
And beings are they not held out?
Splendid the deep heart the person it needs
afterwords the lights ray from the sun
which is life, which it comes
and having the upper light/write of the songs of the world
which is urged upon you as you walk.
Speak then, not of that but of this warm open palms
circular as the mind,
that promontory that always will be,
always with worry, always for they,
it is shared embraced, inside the friend that is you.