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Nothing, Yet: Prose Poem

Wednesday Prose Poem: after the party

Silence but clairvoyance — well, that’s the drift, ain’t it? — the slow steady sink into the otherworld — but I haven’t seen anything or what I saw made no sense —

surreptitiously surrounded by what some call fate — I married the silence to my knees, my back — I tried to exit the ache, before, then I stumbled down Broadway, the…



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J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas