his stomach is flaton the sand
his feet away from
him
his left hand groping
for a rock
his right one
pointing to heaven
his mouth
tired with words
still say
go on, go on
even without me!
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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