talking has become a surplusage
when thoughts are like a gathering of
old friends in the university where
we finished college
there is always an ongoing exchange of
what if's
or oh my God
is that you?
what happened
to the standard bearer
of 1981?
the lips are like tombs whose openings are
closed
recently because the dead body is there
resting in eternal peace
the room has become a very big ocean for the two of us
boats without sails
in the middle of darkness going nowhere
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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