The theory can dictate anything. But poetry does not behave like a good disciple. something carry everything inside , swollen with all sometimes and somehow will escape notice at first glance. Then only it is named and called poetry. The legacy of any branch of wisdom stands corelated like this. Philosophy is not an exception.
good attempt....
carry on.... I like latin american fire
thanks
how does one live as a philosopher? dispense wisdom? ponder deeply? write five poetry books? join writerscafe? say something sometimes somewhere to someone? rest your head on your hand? tell me, i want to be a philosopher too, someday somehow