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Poems by Inchiki
Believe
Believe in me
They say there is no Justice
I heard about truth from a friend
He got it from a stranger
Who had found it in a bag
That was on a boat
Following under a bridge the sun
Which was lost
Owing to misdirection from a star
Loose winging across the void
The void was not lost
Believe in me
There is Justice
Just as certainly as there is a yellow raincoat
Jammed in a car door
Just as certainly as I left my bag behind
I heard about it from a stranger
Who had it from a friend
He said there are two types of truth
But one speaks much louder than the other
The other was lost under a bridge
So so entranced
I made my way home by starlight
And trod in a hole
