seeing others fall
ruined
at the bottom of the
sea
floor
one delights
upon the death of
his enemy
this feeling
of
now " i am much better"
i have survived
and shall take
the pleasures upon myself
on those empty chairs
my sighs sit
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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