a young brisk woman stands still
on the side of the road
wearing a thick dark tinted glass
and a Mao Zhe Dong cap
i stare at her and she
stares at me
and then as i cannot stand
her strong gaze
i walk away rushing towards
a crowded mall
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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