I have been lurking more than visibly participating in this truly enjoyable and enlightening lesson. One reason for my lurking is that Bill Weiershauser has voiced my thoughts so eloquently. I yell ok. He is standing arms outstretched waiting for a bearhug. When I close my eyes the passage opens, the dark gorge, I descend.
Night becomes a verb.
I would classify both sets as prose. It is very flat. But as a reader, I find both sets just missing the mark. I again applaud Bill's response. I sat with those lines for awhile.