she went on top of meguiding my love to hers
last night and then another night
these temporary pleasures
do not always work
there are answers posed
but still inferior and short
the questions are laughing
harder inside the dark room
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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