the big typhoon
has left us.
we do not ask
any questions
for instance
why are we born?
where do we go
from here?
you just had
the uncertainty
and you demand
nothing more
nothing less
explanations do not
work anymore
justifications are
not teasers
the possibilities are
what we do everyday
cleaning the yard
sweeping the debris
burning the leaves
making firewood
dusting chairs
there is no need for so much
talk
one mouth is never enough
in this world
after all
we can always live
without ideas
no arguments
can appease us
not even answers
from them
damn experts
and psychics
we can read
Ulysses
we can imagine
another war
in Troy
or another Samson
betrayed
we can switch
to soap operas
and just be
nothing but
ordinary tearjerkers.
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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