Poetry Intentions
Poetry
What is poetry.
Some kind of word alignment.
Some kind of diffuse idea.
Some kind of literate congruence.
But poetry is not congruent.
Is just crazy thoughts put in a way
that somehow
for someone
makes some sense.
Since poetry does not make any sense.
Or, does it.
Does it makes sense to say
that birds are swimming in a Mercury ocean.
I meant the planet
with a mercury ocean.
That birds are swimming in a mercury ocean
in planet Mercury.
A extremely hot ocean.
Extremely resilient birds.
Does it makes sense.
Some brilliant man said
that fiction has to make sense.
Reality doesn’t.
So, in this path of thinking
there
where poetry lies
within reality
within dreams
within absolute madness.
None of the above.
All of the above.
Poetry lies here.
There.
Well.
It lies inside the realm of synapses.
The realm of joy.
The joy of life.