Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we
propose to posit prose poetry,
forming forms of continuous connectivity
to communicate considerable
contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you'll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft we've wrought, and revealed thusly;
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Star Born

Breathe to free your sinuses,
and smell the winds of change. 
Blink to free your eyes
that you may see the path again. 
Walk to free your body
to rise from the Earth beneath. 
Listen to free your ears
so you may hear the sound of peace.
Think to free your mind,
for only knowledge conquers fear.
Talk to free your voice,
and then discuss what you hold dear. 
Practice these things purposefully.
Simplicity takes you far.
Perform them all in service.
That's what makes you a Star.