she lets pain enter her system
like a guest in her room
asking what it wants
how long will it stay and for
what reason does it exist
it will stay forever and she who
can do nothing
gets the love-your-kidnapper syndrome
she writes a poem
how one day she gets ripped by pain
how she welcomes it finally
like a multiple orgasm
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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