Words in prose walk across the page in a straight line, heading towards their destination in a consistent, timely fashion.
Words in poetry always walk toward their destination, but sometimes they might take a leisurely stroll down an alternate route.
They might run in short bursts forward,
then stop suddenly and veer a little off course, chasing an emotion.
Sometimes they pause…
...then pick their thoughts back up again and keep going.
Prose is like keeping a promise to language;
poetry is like making a promise to it.
Language loves them both, but for different reasons.
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