engulfed by
a sigh
you unleash
sleep
sleep has
not cradled
you
you wish
for its hands
taking the shape
of a fist
you wait
but when it opens
it caresses
another hair
and so you
persevere upon
a thought
that is drunken
upon a sigh
that takes another
sigh
you moan
and love
finally
remembers
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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