Poetry Is A Mind Set

If poetry is a mind set then Time stops for all when we die. A confession to a crime that Never happened at all. A forest in Japan that's deep And dark. Wherein people go to die, there's No one there to stop the noose, the vine. The setting sun that never sets the moon Upon a rock. The oven claimed my love who died before I came. Never safe are we in which the state Is the police. Not from here this rock on which we live When they can wait for us to die. Einstein's clone his d.n.a. His picture taken from the sky. If one days wrong in how he died His other cannot live. Remember most that live and breath Are less than those who died. The advantage goes to all of those Who's mind's a fire put out. Copyright © James McLain