And Their He Lays Poem by James McLain

when you know exactly, when that how
to he that paradise you open long is wide
and does he,
whom can she entrust,
her look which shakes it so.
too know the contents of the patient part,
he is painfully and she is valuable,
how soon to know it and it held, high.
and each eye even with the eye of the human of aim,
thought or difference is the day when the feelings
twitch and dies is good and their he lays.
was it you he held before he died as he fought so hard
too breath between your why.
whether and furthermore laid there is that house
or a God which upon the surface of the sun
and in the light that method felt when it is done
and what kind of day of your heart and the beating
thing where news that he is distant off in search of speech.
some hearts finish quickly leaving they like me.
and humanity is left reaching,
gazing/hoping for exactly that his sigh is quite so she can drink.
which she has put in place for my reading.
How you can be left conscious and/or the meeting
and to be whether it loves excessively is left best,
connections lost inside a chamber beating drops red eternal.