finally i come to the
conclusion that
friends are not necessary
so i may be
piqued and enter
into compromises
and accounting of
whether i have given more
or that they have given less
and so one by one
i keep a list
whom to junk
and whom to keep
and oh my
i can't reveal
if i still have ten
fingers anymore
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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