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.
Sunday, November 03, 2013
without epitaphs.
i love secrets and you are one of them
i keep secrets well the walls have become deaf even with their ears
secrets die their natural deaths untold and well buried without markers or names
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