it is the sound of the train that leaves the station
every morning that does not haunt you anymore and you tell your friend who
just arrived from a faraway province that this is the usual sound of the city
where people leave and come back
everyday
like worms following their habits
faithfully.
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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