the last day in your life
is in your mind
when the mind shuts up
then that is it
the last day is at the tip
of the last word
that slips from out of your
tongue
that in a minute you
remember
but in the last second
you forgo
because it is just it
ping!
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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