in paradise
if you were Eve
and there is
no Adam
i think i'd rather
be that
apple,
or truthfully that
apricot,
or just any other
kind of plain
fruit
the Chinese here
eat snakes.
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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