Inside Drifting Clouds
come unto me while inside drifting clouds.
by James McLain
Of the message inside drifting clouds
do pass them by hunter words all
hurd telling me what is to come
of events shaped in that
bottle in past.
Being shaped as have they all in the past.
And in thus, it is being of the being it is never.
And likened unto the bottle that is necked in the middle
and slow very slow whits thus yet thick
yet wherein there when it passes..
And yet it comes and it goes how it passes...........