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Poems by Inchiki



 


4-10 am



all is one
and
one is all

we assume
whatever form
she likes

or if we assume
no form
that is hers too

she is a spirit
guiding
nobody

my every move
is now to
worship her

formlessly
I hold her
deep inside

the first word
made up
her world

it was
an unguarded
remark

fashioned
on ill
thoughts

hands
are put aside
to think

not speaking
she
forged a way

the result
was
unintended

her desire
always
ate itself

perversely
escaping
its own arguments

knowledge
and desire
are two hungers

that understand
their own
imperfection

when
she said
"I know"

I got the
evidence
I needed






Mind Spool  2014