the mind is engrossed in thought
the word is embossed in the skin
the tattoo speaks to you
and you ignore what is too obvious
and immobile
at the beach
i pass you by
and you take a slight look
which i surely will not mind
then we face what is beside us
we hold the hand that feed us
we live in the house
where love is another stranger
that does not know
us.
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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