draw the line
complete the circle
this is the fence
no one enters
and no gets out
exclusive world
elite
the world of the rich and the famous
exclusive clubs and
a language of their own
well you must by now understand
that is the authentic language of
mess
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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