Prose doesn't know

 

Prose just doesn't know the right words

to unfurl red carpets and long lines of people, places, thoughts

moments of untouched joy

sitting, eating, speaking, loving

sifting pleasure through pain

 

Moments showcase memories

buds of smiles flowering of faces, traces

of waterfalls tumbling ever over another day

waters of doing

waters of being

oceans of smaller drops

 

Prose just doesn't know the right song

the throngs of melodies

unheard but for the silent ear

 

Factors

Equations

I sequential: essential

 

Yesterday the walls fell in

tumbled plaster on my dinner table

I mated with fear

loved the evil whore

purhased her black tears of joy with my sanity

naked pity that fills no desire, no need

pitted

 

Until the sun shone on the other side of the world

the world

I curl up in its warm lap

and I am here

now.

 


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