what did i say to love?
that i do not believe in you anymore.
what did i say at the end of love?
i shall find another.
i set aside my heart
and welcome the waking of the mind
for love does nothing but hurt and hide
what the mind does not,
logical, consequential, cautious,
and walks with the head as crown
the heart controlled
still on the ground floor
wondering what the mind
can do next time.
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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