From poetry to silence
Is much closer than you think
A half step at most
Only six inches
From capitulation
To silence's brink
To silence's brink
Whereas prose pitches
Its tent much closer to bombast
And obstinacy
* * * * *
Sometimes
Working the knots out
Just won't do
And then
It's up to the pursuit
Of Nothing else
Outside the musculature and
Even beyond the exoskeleton
To discover how energy
Unfettered zips about
* * * * *
Sometimes
Working the knots out
Just won't do
And then
It's up to the pursuit
Of Nothing else
Outside the musculature and
Even beyond the exoskeleton
To discover how energy
Unfettered zips about
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