there is no more rain
in my pond
the fish who is alone here
does not surface and show to me
it mouth
it has always been toothless
the moss are annihilating themselves
and the stones are
bald and
old and
dead
the nipa palms are cut and left there
there is no more roofing to do
you have abandoned me
and it is so painful
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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