at first to be frank with you
i am choosy: friends and circles
i go for only two to three
not four
for they will be too many
and expensive to maintain
at a certain level
of intimacy and familiarity
i change like the ordinary rest
one gets lonely
sometimes and needs a broader
circle of friends
somewhere where you float
and not settle
where you hop from one island
to another and feel
the excitement of
not being true at all
playing a lot of game
learning new ones
embracing everything
a friend to all
but not to anyone anymore
one learns again
to be alone in the mob
of faces
a sea of people
you begin to sail
as a boat
for all
a seagull ...among
all.
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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