at exactly two o'clock
and 1 minute
the i,
makes a sigh like a well
pronounced syllable
and perhaps by such
a perfect clarity
the night clearly understands
what is it for
and why
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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