it is this familiarity
that makes me more love you
now i untangle these beliefs
that says
you breed contempt
now i have thrown all those
that negate you
you have become too familiar
like everyday
like every minute
and yet the hours still seem
so lovely
feed me more with that thing
that stuff
called love and truth.
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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