write in bits
like a little bite
on one small side
of an apple
like a little bite
on one small side
of an apple
trying to savor
but you spit, Amor.
but you spit, Amor.
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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