There is an stiletto shoehiding at your back
You ponder upon this
Looking at a shadow
That is taller than
Half of your body
There is a stone that
Marks a place
That you wish was not
There.
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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