one reason to never write prose is the fact that run on sentences become bad form, but not so poetry, nope, you can sort of just ramble as long as you’d like and include only one period if you are so inclined, because hey, this is your dang poem, you’ll do with it whatever the stink you want.

i cant feel my toes when
i numb them from the run from my
fears which i hope i can escape in
this here present reality. the naturally
deposited ground would feel gritty
if my feet were any more capable
of feeling but instead the sandpaper
texture turns silk and the catharsis
from the pain i attempt to induce
becomes something much more like
a back rub or lullaby slowly rocking me
to sleep.


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