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The Way I Begin to End: Prose Poem

Wednesday Prose Poem: structure reversals

In the end the sentence was too loud and I never had the lucky point of view — I waded through escape as one more ritual defied what I could understand — holding to a well-beaten path but without the depth of vision to see how the purple grass embraces a thousand points of light.



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J.D. Harms

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