there is this brown roomwith closed windows
two men are smoking down
seven feet below
the soil level
up there is a view of the
priest with violet vestige
spreading the holy water
as they all watch
with shallow sadness
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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