the more poems there are,
the shorter shall be the length of
life to live
this shall be proven by those
who write everyday
the next day,
the mosquitoes whose bellies
are bloated with blood
do not know how to murmur
anymore
did you say they sing at night
with you on their empty
stomachs?
and out of jealousy, you
snap them
and blood (money) spills
on the calloused
portion of your palms.
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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