in bed the rich
and old couple is preoccupied with
their plans for
their death and
discussions on who should be heir
is finalized
meanwhile those outside the house
pretending to clean this and
that are thinking too plainly about
burial and
claims
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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