i am within your confines
arms, your arms around my
body, my arms around your
body too
sort of tight, too tight,
not comfort but shockingly
tight, that both of us
want to be free, or we
die, in the tightness of the
arms and the mandates of
the law, mockingly tight
irreversibly choking us
this tight, rope like and
apelike, not homelike anymore.
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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