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Poems by Inchiki



 


bliss echo



essence of emptiness
upturned

like a mug of water
on my body tonite

pleasances meet
at home

where the wholeness
is found at last

i am a corpse
feeding the little worm of thought

i am the greatest feast
of feasts

i am the eternal unknown
unravelling an inch

every day
into the mind's open waiting mouth

a limitless force
moving with immeasurable grace






Poison Bomb  2012