these thoughts
are like the afternoon
beside the sea
there is a storm and
the waves are
as big as my rage
against a rock
that is never cracked
despite
my head keeps on
banging something that
is unbearable
indestructible
my love is like that rock
and so lies my rage
like the waves.
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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