The Burning Edge Of Drive Poem by James McLain

The burning edge of you becomes I am of every thing.
My core one grain is a white stain eyes the middle green.
And knowledge is expanding forever out to meet a little being.
Spiraling in over heated then compressed becoming even smaller
each seed you love springs forth.
And drifting waves stellar music ambient is my consciousness.
Harnessing the sun to cool the skin I touch your face I host.
Folded over more than thrice it's opened once kissed twice
and held until l feel the need arise, it opened minds know more.
One dropp in a universe that forever leaves it wiser.
While the cup I left behind I brought is you becoming brighter.