let us be candid and wild about this my love
our love, lick my love, my love,
suck my love, my love,
i will lick all the love you have
suck mine that i too have
love goes like a pendulum
to and through, and through and through,
so lick, my love, my love,
suck my love, my love
until we are all through and through
until we are filled and emptied in this then and now.
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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