i mark it tonight again
this series of images that keep me waking
flesh and hair
and skin
i am fixed and it fixes me
somehow
others have been talking dirty
and practices
this usually accepted procedure
for exclusion
i say it again tonight
i am not bothered and
I do not care.
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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