you bury your face on a
sand of work
you cannot breathe
you have not time for breathing even
you take almost everything
in one instant
and proclaim that this is the last
to boot
until you find out that there is no more place
for hard work
those who do not work so hard have already
been given
what is due for you
they have learned the art of praise
and worship
and they make the difference
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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