Tell me
the truth
remember that?
We used to live by it.
And you know
what's so good about the truth?
Everyone knows what it is
however long they've lived
without it.
No one forgets
the truth
they just
get better at lying
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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