when i am taken
away
and you cannot do
anything
but stay
ah, you cannot but
learn the
tricks
of life's final
decision
you live alone
and strong on the waiting for the next trip
where your name is listed
on a yellow paper
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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