at the clinical laboratory
i have seen how a beautiful woman with long blond-dyed hair
stings the guy seated next to him
she calls him not with his name but some other word
that is so degrading
the man's eyes changed from sun to moon,
his mind wants to howl like a jackal but he keeps his restrained silence
he loves another anyway and she will just be a waste of time
for another useless argument.
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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