the whole day you read
till nighttime
she leaves you finally
and you do not ask
you do not beg
whether she comes back
it simply an irrelevant fact
nothing fills your head
like a sponge it sucks every water every moisture
around the corner
fungus infested air and opaque dew
your mind takes them all without question
no choice even
things come and things go
birds fly away and worms burrow some more
nothing is pertinent now
love is dead.
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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