an idea is not always a ray of light
it can be a mirror under your bed beside your shoes
reflecting a ray of light from a leak of the wall
of your room dressed with curtains
when you lie there thinking about nothing
saturated about this modern opulence without
any efflorescence at all
you face the window
as usual you have closed it
there is no light there is only this faint sound
of the wind
this suppressed sobbing of lamentation
there is no light at all
and so the idea about faintness and fading
becomes a Sensurround
evidently it has lulled you to a deep
sleep
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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