have no fear
you did not kill that chicken
i will witness
it was already dead
when you
overran it with your
wobbling truck
you did not kill that chicken
i will witness
it was already dead
when you
overran it with your
wobbling truck
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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