brown man with thick lipsflat nose and bold eyelashes
your face rest on your right arm
you need sleep
you can't
tomorrow is still filled
with anxiety
the night will be insomniac
your eyes are suspicious always
when the lights are turned off.
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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