the night is cold
inside the room
our bodies are colder
our emotions
frozen
and we are
like the cold cuts
of the Lord
served upon a
platter
with no one
picking.
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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