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.
What stiffness parts your lips, and comes softly out? No doubt some gum's flavor, savored while it's chewed, sticks unto a shoe, eschewed.