in this party of life
where party is party and party and party
you may borrow my shoes
and dance all your way
to a certain madness
that which assures you
that even without an afterlife
or when everything is over
life is still worth
whatever salt is left
to it,
it is sweet, and
so inconsequential,
it is not borrowed
but well spent.
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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