i cannot dictate
what he must want
that will be too personal
and cruel
when he says
that there are still gods among
men
it is sad to admit that
i am not
one of them
i was born a man
lives and shall die
as one.
meanwhile he takes
photographs
of those
that keep themselves
comfortable
in winter.
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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