here i am turning off the
stereo of my car
listening to the silence
inside that now
tries to speak to me
in the language that
it knows the one without
words of course the one
that only both of us can
understand without really
trying: the car and i.
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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