ForkWord
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
