his name my friend
is Rumpeltiltskin, it is not
Rumpelstilskin that lacks the
t,
it escaped your intentions,
now, must i expect that
you must suffer the consequences
of your bad actions?
the fault of our fathers
is not ours, we have been forced to spin
straw into gold,
which we can not really do,
and so we made promises
and Rumpelstiltskin now
matters.
next time, you must spell
it correctly.
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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