Pablo Cruise - Prose

Watch me rise above the page
And claim myself amongst the mass
Finesse the form to shape the copy
A capacity not held by most
This challenge dire to match the purpose
A guillotine whose edge is sharp
One disparaged faced encounter
The blade descends the silence stark
But if the leaf to life sprout forward
When the prose does pierce the heart
This is when no effort squandered
This is when I rise above

Pablo Cruise

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