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TETHER'S END
But it’s prose! I tell you. Prose in short lines!
Running randomly like untrained vines
That cling to a garden’s formality
Reducing all to banality.
It’s prose! In case you did not spot;
There’s no artifice no syntactical knot.
No structure, no dalliance with rhyme
No touch ambrosial – sublime.
Yes its Prose! It has no form beyond
That which robs meaning,...
Thursday 7th November 2013 7:17 pm
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