the rainbow is a domebehind the blue horizon
a bridge carries a jeep
loaded with ordinary people
the story is true
below there is no water
rocks and pebbles and grasses and
then the emptiness of space
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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