I have this minute coined a term in my head for poetry: neutronium prose.
Poetry takes a perfectly good concept that could be elegantly written in normal sentences but then crushes it and strips it of small but essential words until it is nothing but oddly shaped, mashed metaphor.
Prose is the shining star that beautifies the night or gives life as a sun during a warm day. A neutron star is a fascinating anomaly without much purpose.
And, I don't want to belabour the comparison any further.
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