behind this steel gate
are the carolers,
all kinds of kids
with repetitive faces
making business for Christmas
a treasure of coins
for the new year,
all out of tune,
off keys, and irritably
irrelevant,
thus says the
Scrooge.
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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