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A materialist conjecture.

Your death is that prosaic occurrence which is guaranteed to take your breath, heart, and mind away—hence the poetic association with love.

I try to close into my merest self.

Yet our prosaic selves remain constitutively open to the poetry of the world.

I enjoy a few poems before writing.

 With these as my guide, I spend the day hammering out prose.

The same question goes for those who draw it.

To those who deny the distinction between poetry and prose, I would ask what makes strolling beneath stars different than rushing to the toilet.