Prose poetry, poetry

Standing between prose 
poetry and poetry, I find no middle ground:

here is an embattled ruin; 
here is the sound.
  
The words fall—
tethered—and form;  

the lines cut
through the tropes like glass.

Through and through 
I walk, I sway—

when the night is made,
I do not stand—I do not fall.

Dale Chou
2018-02-11