When To Him
J
James McLain
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When to him, you make it tilt,
it is perhaps at noon,
white full the moon, too soon.
The world of which you feel,
and then again perhaps.
Your center as it cries,
it whispers to you this agony.
Forever looking, never touching,
speaking backwards, coming out.
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