Prose gets along within a poem. It has a work permit. That’s why  
The place has been wiped clean of unforced errors.  
 
A poem essay invests in spontaneity gleaned from icons blurred, unmoored;  
Bourgeois think war unjust when there’s no one to wage it. Essay...  
 
Until now there were no bourgeois poet essayists.  
Yet, we can rubber any room —  
My advice for exploring ideas, stick to the sentence. 
To go along continue requiring riches.  
Thanks for your prose.