a hand ready for action
on the side of the leg
such is the hand of
the man beforehand oppressed
what lies on the other side
of his hate and disgust
the right hand keeps
always invisible to your eye
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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