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Poems by Inchiki
Psyche
catching the plague
an agar dish waits its fate
the poet brain
sniffing the breeze for an aria
when infection strikes
it is swift and forceful
like a sailor landing marlin
while the tub rocks
we cling at the greasy boards
in an ecstasy of conflict
the disease seeks out
the darkest fear in us
its microscopic probe
testing our weaknesses
while we seek to enwrap it
in a safe coat of languages
unmolest it
yet sedate it for later
but for Psyche the worst
that might happen
is nothing
at all
