I’m a poet who likes paragraphs.
What I like about the paragraph is that it’s so unlike me. It’s a complete picture of a kind of order, and it looks like a safe place to land – a well-made raft in the middle of a lake called thinking. How do I get back to shore?
The block of thinking that a paragraph represents is longer than any of the longest lines of…
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