12/05/2020

Prose Poem

A progression of prepositions and pronouns placed side by side with no indication of coordination or subordination. It is as simple as that. Preferring parataxis to hypotaxis. It is also the beauty of satellites and familiar stars, the beauty of the Milky Way, the beauty of the moon seen in someone else’s language.  Words that tumble through your head and off your tongue forming an entirely new constellation in an entirely different hemisphere. This glass bottle is still in its proper place in the universe.


[LSS, 12/5/20]

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