James McLain Standing Poems

Shock waves for a price
each cloud I part again for you
will I raise.
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The box that package,
can be recalled.
It first must be reexamined.
By a 'Therapist.
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The moon is leaning over slightly full.
Standing there beneeth it, looking up.
My bright round eyes,
star pupils more than donuts, glazed.
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Sanded hearts fired in still of flame grant
my mind to find the keeper of
my words to you.
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Sounding trillions of grains the
sand it flows from me
washing over rivers to dry
as she creaks.
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