that it is nigh time
and morning time at the same time
is not at all false.
look at us, at the extreme,
we are.
this morning is mine
yours is the night and
we are talking.
tomorrow morning
yours shall be that evening
as i walk away from this door
and close it
you shall arrive and open it
and close it again
as i gamble in the light
you shall ponder in the dark
we can never be together
again
in a dado joint.
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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