why do we have to argue on this again
about me loving you more
with a the consequence that i must love
myself less
a la
flowers for you
worms for me
blues skies for you
murky rivers for me
to the eyes of the children
who know how to love themselves more than
their mothers
sucking milk and sleeping on mother's arms
this would be grossly unfair
for i am still a child
this father of man.
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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