brace yourself
to all these lies
for in the next room
at the next door
and at the next window
and at the next
open porch after all
these lies
may be truths
and you are no longer
willing to believe them
because they too
know how to hurt you
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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