Poetry is a manual

for knowing

the unknown territories

compressed thought and emotion

like that astronomer’s food

it just needs to be diluted

with oneself experience

to reveal

the complete picture

in the cryptographer’s key

of the metaphor

it unlocks (decyphers)

with some known reference

from the real world

culture and science

like a jump through time-space

in science fiction movies

to the end of the galaxy

if it’s needed, to catch the sense

and back to manual

hitchhikers guide

through antimatter

of the life experience

radar for maladjustments

of the unsatisfactory

conditions

on the relation

outside-inside.

Handle with care

because it’s

fragile, flammable

and exlosive

at the same time

if you don’t

pay the necessary

attention to it,

it will implode from the inside

between the lines

and collapse into itself

like a massive star

without a tail (tale)

and erase forever

the internal knowledge

like a black hole

a universe vacuum cleaner

on a white paper

where used to be a poem

the void speaks

But don’t panic

poetry is a guide

for ones who

are not searching

for anything

so for them nothing is lost.

Just found

on one of the numerous

meridians

of that endless territory

where the poetry

is a manual

for knowing

compass for individuals

to whom the maps

are unnecessary

because they will

draw themselves

their own ones.