Alice B. has a suspicious eye
beneath her curly hair
her mouth is but a slit
keeping pain to herself
she has given up her
pair of eyebrows looking
sinister to the black and white
sketches of giant goldfishes
floating in the air
beside her.
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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