a pause to prose and pause (excerpts)

“A pause to prose and pause”

And so it comes that the poet can no longer bear to verse to punctuate to divide to paragraph rhythms allegories neither embellish.

Prose becomes necessary, also the pause that follows — to think because all that was written, though still true, was badly or mildly felt.

But he feels.

“Have you seen above?”

Oh! Have I seen land!
I’ve seen land, safe coasts
and green and
swimming waters

Throughout every sea
I’ve sailed or un-
shipped to…

Yet I have not seen ocean
in its almight
Pressure too much
The feel too much to enlight

(but frightful as it is
therein spreads life!)

“Despite it all”

Life has being a ever
growing puzzle of
beautiful pieces
each itself another puzzle.

It has presented itself to me
as fractals of Beauty and Tenderness
Yet I wait and long for its end since childhood.

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