i sometimes dreamthat i have only strong arms
and a long green fish tail
and i dive deep in the night
deed deep in my thoughts
feeling like
a merman
looking for that mother of
pearl
of great price that they have
been talking
on longer days
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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