between the divine law and
the laws of men
between the id and the superego
the wall and the other wall
between the floor and the
ceiling
between sin and forgiveness
between my flesh and my spirit
lies the secret of my sanity
and like civil law there shall always be compromises
plea bargaining, the golden mean of Aristotle
between right and wrong, there is something
that must make us alive
for the meantime that this journey is not over yet
between my left and right ear
we must listen so we can hear
between two words are the spaces
these are places of compromises
at the extremes of pure solidity
there lies this stupidity.
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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