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Poems by Inchiki



 


Instant Fantasy



These are not all my own work
i have borrowed deeply from time
and owe much to the wind
that blows through the crooked hooks of trees

every thought is real
in the world of my imagination
and probing intimately
i find room for all our fantasies
but cannot find
the one to whose fantasy
i owe my reality






Accidentals  2008