i am at the
center of your
attraction and
you make me
happy
at night when
you are not
around
i ask myself
if this is
really
true
i rely on
gut feeling
there is this
ceiling that
keeps on
pressing me
to the
floor
it knows how it
feels to
be inside
a coffin
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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