this dog has no eyes, and so it feels most of the time
through its tongue
it believes it comes from the genealogy of the fish
and so its swims
against the current of the river
inventing its own gills
it closes and opens letting all the water of the river pass through
i am not surprised, in fact, i can relate to this dog without eyes
and inventing gills for it to breathe under water
that is what i do, most often than you know.
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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