many of us keep walking
early this morning
not wanting to be weak
and later on submit
to the calls of death
i put on my earphone
listening to Mozart
that sad part there
of his requiem.
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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