it is the detachment
that makes it more
visible,
one as near as your
heartbeat
becomes too familiar
and where it
could have been love
you mistake
as nothing but
a passing
encounter
until the void comes
expands
you you fall into the
hole that you dig
and only then
that you take a second look
of what just happened
regret fertilized
a mass of cells
and is born.
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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