this is my breathagainst the sun against the light
particles of water
from my throat
complete with the virus
and the germs
of my oral existence
do you like to catch it?
airborne some people are dying
without their knowing.
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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