you stared at
me when i lifted
my own chair
gitutukan mo ako
pag-ayo sa dihang
gialsa ko ang akong
kaugalingong bangko.
me when i lifted
my own chair
gitutukan mo ako
pag-ayo sa dihang
gialsa ko ang akong
kaugalingong bangko.
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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