you dislike what i am,
but you cannot tell me, i know that,
one day, you take the courage,
with the power of your
hidden self, and i have engaged in
the word war, with the unknown,
very much like it, very much like you,
and i have no regrets, having known,
what worse reality you have seen
what you cannot have spoken
what is revealed, and how i deal with
what i do not know, and i, afterward,
learned, how to win,
even with an unknown, which seemingly,
seems to be the truth,
you are cruel, i tell myself,
but thanks, i have become wiser
by then, even an inch higher
than my toes can handle.
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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