'twas
december 25
of 1980
in the university
dormitory
the silence of the
hundred catacombs
after all of them
already left for their
respective homes
i stayed
as an expriment #5.
then came the
first day of the year
inside my room
and all the other rooms
outside my room
i experienced
quiet.
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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