i will speak simply.
i do not have to speak more.
perhaps, it is this silence that
speaks with more wisdom now.
words sleep, and dream,
inside those dreams
i never hear myself speak.
everything there is
an agreement to all that you
are doing to me
and to all that i do to you
sweet, so sweet
that i do not desire to wake up
again
it is where i am perfected
where what i deeply wish
is granted
there is only you and me,
no one sees and no one talks
no judgments
no nothing.
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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