in trying to deny
mortality, or that fact that
wood decays, iron rusts,
flesh rots, things that run
break and stop, and
the throwing never
stops,
subconsciously, the house
is being repainted, the doors checked
for termites, what rusts
must be oiled,
everything treated,
but the fact is,
the white hairs grown in number,
the wrinkles are geometric,
forgotten words become
too many,
the denial is clear,
doubt wins, i win.
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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