Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose 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.

Invocation

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Take a deep breath. 
Make a wish for someone. 
Think of a word. 

It could be any word, 
but for the sake of unity, 
let's think the same word. 

Let's think the word man. 
Consider the word man, 
and all that it suggests. 

Think of a man. 
See a man in your mind
as you say the word 
in your head, man. 

Think of the sound 
that the word man
makes in your mind. 

Hear the sound of the word
as you say it aloud, man.

Now

Think of a woman that you love - 
a mother, a daughter, a sister, a wife. 

Think of your love for her. 
Think of her love for you. 
Be embraced and enveloped by it, 
engulfed and absorbed in it. 

Wonder in it. 
Think of love. 

Think of a woman you love 
hearing the sound of the word, woman. 

Think of a woman you love 
making the sound of the word, woman.  

Think of the woman you love 
thinking the sound of the word
that you took a deep breath for.

Think. 
Love. 
Sound.

Take a deep breath. 
Make a wish for someone. 
Think of a word. 

Now

*Breathe* 




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