you were behind me and
i looked back at you
you evaded me like we were
two ships in an inevitable
collision.
I am not afraid.
Got no lighthouse or
Port to land this small ship.
You have a continent
Scattered islands
You own lighthouses
Fierce lights and
Friend of the storms.
I am never afraid of you.
I have nothing to lose.
You walk ahead of me
And i hear your laughter.
You are the tower
Her God, and she is my wife.
I am still not afraid at you
I can look at you direct to the eye.
Soon you will die.
That is His promise.
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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