the monitor sucks the energies of
creation, and you who face this phenomenon
of addiction of having to write despite
the odds,
becomes a very dry parchment of
crocodile skin
removed from its fierce body
all sharpness pulled out
and on helpless gums
one must learn how to survive
under the hot suns of
loving.
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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