you dream of the storm
last night
shaken
you go to church to pray
will there be
another catastrophe?
God, please
protect us
helpless, and
innocent
unable to see what
lies beyond
this storm and darkness
as you are praying
a black butterfly passes by
and it is
so sudden
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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