it is your body
that makes a steel feeling of my drifting presence
i become present
totally beneath you
when i see the wetness of your hair
i feel the earth and grass inside me
there is rain in my head
there is mud on my feet
do not walk away yet
i still have many items to offer
there is fire in my eyes
there is a commotion in my belly
i love to dance with you
in my life
tonight
no, nothing is eternal
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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