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Poems by Inchiki
cloud chamber
flagging and empty
the carousel passes
a recurrent sadness
the playhouse
where children danced
has blank windows
he stands there
outside his reflection
holding its hat
only now he notices her
in the sunshine
that she left behind
he has awoken
finally in the moment
when she departed
like a wisp of vapour
strung around the muons
and leptons of memory
arcing delicately
to the floor
of the cloud chamber
the trail of tears
as fine as spiderweb
falling from the stars
the masculine mind
it grasps at particles
long after they have gone
tracing the rays
describing everything
touching nothing
the missed kisses
their kelvin number
noted, quantitised
captured:
lost!
