it is a gift to see what happens next
the flash of an accident the death of the salesman
it is the sharpness of the mind the constant grilling
and sanding that makes you see what others don't
at night you notice the dance of fireflies
the formation of stars and the myths of their shapes
at dawn you hear the sighs of the wind
the untold stories of the crickets and the worms
the ceiling gets closer to your heart
the floors wait for your feet
this morning, the smell of coffer travels like a dragon
to your nostrils giving you more fire
you spit warmth, you swallow love
you chew affection, you discard pretension.
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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