there is this mutual dislike
an expected repulsion
is there a need to say it?
must there be more insult
to an injury that refuses to
heal?
the world is a wide ocean
a vast continent
we must simply forget
and sail on...
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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