Watch me rise above the page <br />And claim myself amongst the mass <br />Finesse the form to shape the copy <br />A capacity not held by most <br />This challenge dire to match the purpose <br />A guillotine whose edge is sharp <br />One disparaged faced encounter <br />The blade descends the silence stark <br />But if the leaf to life sprout forward <br />When the prose does pierce the heart <br />This is when no effort squandered <br />This is when I rise above<br /><br />Pablo Cruise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prose-2/
