Worn The Warm Mouth Poem by James McLain

From the worn warm white mouth.
One extreme of life and two deaths.
Was all the way kept kept all the way it was.
kept all the way the end was.
It begins and ends with the white marble post.

From one end entirely and smooth it is new.
You looked in the mirror watching.
What was that you thought?
you thinking it must live,
free range of vision her mind off the fear.

Warm white mouth approach.
When having had Imagiation in the patch of white snow.
She rode a horse and blamed it on me.
I was brought up in a wildness thing and the.

Which when called made me wonder,
and you made me wander in there about.
And every where I can still here it whisper.
Anywhere and every where it is whispered.
My child and my child she trying is.