someone gets used to failures and he
is not affected about all these things anymore.
he keeps himself enclosed in a circle.
he has his own galaxy moving into space expanding
he has his own orbit, a number of planets and
meteors
there is this uniform sound of dolphins
traveling inside a world of oceans
it is not a call for help or the jubilation for joy
not even a sound of grief
it is what one does not utter
in a journey like this
it is a direction
going there and there and there and there is no stopping anymore
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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