the past eats like
a voracious monster
the future warns like
a sentry of the gate
the present melts
like ice
there is no mark
of life
for someone who
has been pretending
to be dead
facing no
responsibility.
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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