an ex-priest he took her
as wife,
well, she was once slim
and well poised,
then 15 years
no kids, medically
confirmed,
last night, i also took
someone beside me
very much like
her in all aspects,
same history, same ex-boyfriends,
and when they met at the
resto bar where we were trying
to have fun
or a break from the monotony
of this institution
i noticed they did not talk much
i guess, their language, which they
understood fully
must be different
short cuts, and
clarity, words are never
hindrances
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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