everyday repeated
is a habit,
this guy has a habit
waking up too early in the morning
opening his personal computer
putting in the words
which were roaming inside his dream
melting words
like plastic clocks of that dreamy
artist
memories of melting wristwatches
losing significance in his arm
dripping time
he is the knight in shining armor
against
the dragons of his own
delusions
habits don't die
only the knight eaten by this dragon
those who watch
do not see what details are there
happening
but for certain
one body lies there pressing the keys
about to die
but happy perhaps
having done what is supposed to be
finished
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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