behind the heavy rain
as curtain between our self-made
distance
i shall keep the music within
the hum
of self-belief, the home of
my heart, that inner
bone within my ear,
that secret vein
between my legs
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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