Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose-like poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.
Simply put, we pose this where
prose-like poetry is what you’ll hear when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.
When you rise,
you'll feel just fine,
understanding yours and mine
in terms addressing facts and fate,
connecting things that separate
decisions listed here and there
in front of those who sit and stare
at words thus written with fine feeling,
finished at this line's revealing.