there is a river that is filled with salt
as it takes in
from all tributaries everything that they are giving
it is not giving away anything in return
it is dead,
no one sinks there
try it.
it is dead
there is no fish there
no shell
taste it when you go there
it 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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