Jun 29
When sun's breath fires
wire frame.
Displayed behind
flat sparkling gravity.
Moon's light casts
dark mist over murky waters.
Ushering the ark
gliding over crescent waves:
On raging towers of indignant froth
not serene silk smooth vast ocean.
It reaches the dove, carrying branch;
Holding it aloft as it is
The Saint of the sentence.
wire frame.
Displayed behind
flat sparkling gravity.
Moon's light casts
dark mist over murky waters.
Ushering the ark
gliding over crescent waves:
On raging towers of indignant froth
not serene silk smooth vast ocean.
It reaches the dove, carrying branch;
Holding it aloft as it is
The Saint of the sentence.
The following is written prose. It is intended to convey with clarity and accuracy. It is not intended to convolute or confuse. Therefore, it should flow with precision: focus on what it ought to, not what it ought not to. This rule of prose is absolute; it is the saint of the sentence.
