i've met two kinds of
i'm sorries,
one is short and scheming and
escaped from the
gallows of the just and
the noble,
the other, got caught in the
clutches of his conscience
and with a self-inflicted gunshot wound
said the sentence
and finally rested in peace.
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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