7:25 in the morning
a ray of light
strikes the bridge of
my nose
mummifying
phenomenon
for how long did this
ray of light
travel
what distance
before it
reaches
its unfortunate
destination?
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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