i explore
my own ocean alone
find some fountains
and hills without
paths yet
i cut no grass
i bring no sharpness
i pass this way and
never come back
do i know where to go really?
i don't.
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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