i won't touch you
i only take a look and feast my eyes on you
i know what happens when i touch you
you turn into stone and i become fire that cannot burn you
i burn all night and day because i cannot touch you
because i won't dare
i burn all of myself without gaining from this heat
i burn myself in sleep
there is reason that this fire cannot burn
it is like you it is stone
it is the only one that i can touch
the one that now i can fully trust
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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