a mosquito finds this place
colder, there is a shift somewhere
he flies into the warmer
places where blood
is abundant
somewhere in the north
he takes with him
dengue and malaria
that is a fact, on record
with the Department of Health
this cannot be fake.
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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