upon a piece of oldrosewood
the hand keeps its
grasp
grappling for a hold
to prevent the
fatal fall
darkness surrounds
the grappling
continues
the man in me
must live
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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