those who had
taken the heights
who had wings
who must
go back home
still shall use
the same feet
to land
on the water
it is this grace of
defeat that
i see
to be back home and
not drown
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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