i make a game
touch and go
writing a poem
and not getting back at it
for a possibility of
an editing
i like the way my fingers
press the keys
with or without
any direction
something naturally
senseless
when i come back
to see it again
a day after
i notice there are many
errors
the grammar sometimes
and even the idea
some are simply
impertinent
illogical
irrelevant and
immaterial
like a lawyer lost in the
woods of reason
objected to by
the other pock-marked counsel
it does not really matter
life like life
goes into gross errors
and sometimes it is too late
to correct them
we suffer the consequences
in this
touch and go game
well, sometimes
i like to embrace errors
specially those
which should not be corrected
because
they picture what we really are
imperfect
and with the way we want to
cover those
erroneous tracks
we become more about what we
are
incurable hypocrites...
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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