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Poems by Inchiki



 


Gloamings 21-26



after many years -
it revisit.
the Lonely.
the Need.
.hold my head
under

because of
the beauty there

a cold shout
in my eye
rich in words
poor in sound

i see beneath
the green world
where truths lie
purple in bliss

"see you soon"

and as she spoke
the words
broke
into a thousand
hearts

i know
it is immanent -
.the panic.
.
everything
subscribes
to t.he turn
.
and is
lost
.






Accidentals  2008