forget the deep
we have experienced what drowning is
the past is over
we begin again for something new
this wading
in the shallow waters
we bear witness to the whiteness
of our flat feet
we store some confidences
we throw unnecessary fears
sometimes
being a pig gives a nice feeling
how does it feel perhaps
to be a buffalo wallowing in the mud?
not thinking about what they think
not thinking about the
strict codes for tomorrow?
time's getting too short
the hands of time have been too cruel
let us take this moment
little pleasures that may last us for
another short lifetime
let 's swim, let's get muddy
let us be happy
forget how was breathing
when we were in the deep sinking
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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