we all search for clarity,
thoughts are like parked cars,
diagonal parking,
like game cards, thoughts
reshuffle,
we organize, arrange,
trying to get most of what
is given,
then we reason out
why we lose,
blame it on random
luck is nil,
then we stop, we tell ourselves
this is just a game,
reality is not yet here
outside the house,
the dog barks, we know
a stranger is coming.
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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