it is not because one is fat or huge thatone does not fit
it is because one does not summonhis senses
and see therefore all the transparenciesthe shadowsbeyond the films
there will always be secretssomething concealed
but like children borne fromthe mountain's bellythe tiny eyes peep and open wide on those leaks of thewalls
they always know what is wonder
it is when the children in usbegin to play again and remember those gameseven how dark the night has becomethatwe see againthse fireflies of the hidden world
the tree andthe moon resting upon its leaves
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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