soon you get attuned
to nothingness
there is nothing to see and
feel at the end
smoke is all that is found
outside
inside then everything
disappears
and what you hear is just
the fading sound of
your last word
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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