now what you hear is only the sound of the rain outside
there is no lamppost, it has been taken away just this morning,
well understandably there is no need for light
there is no feeling that
in the brightness of a new day
darkness can have digits
but i heard of a man who carried his flashlight
at noon
declaring that this city is as dark as the deepest floor of the ocean
where the gods
of rage have been hiding
and he warns that the rage continues
that we honestly still feel this matter inside the guts
of this modern days
that sometime the ocean will bring its own darkness
with the storms
and we who take pride of the light and the
grasses of the earth
will have something to write
perhaps not really that gentle and calm
and perhaps we are too clumsy for this
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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