silence is like a spool of white thread
take the the tip and walk away
at the end
after you have traveled a very long distance
you come back and tell me
if this is worth it
the long silence of the white thread
what did it tell you?
you come back.
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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