Split

Science poets are free.

We split infinity,

write split infinitives

and see beauty in both.

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Pectin held my life together Like in the gelled rims of apples. Polysaccharide sweet, my spur In bitter months, my fruit crumbles...

Thanks to Ice Floe Press for publishing this sequence: https://icefloepress.net/2025/03/03/a-runners-lament-a-poem-suite-stephen-paul-wre...