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Poems by Inchiki
ineffectual fancy
when the eye opens
we forget
everything
eternity sleeps in every blink
the black of night
the clothes of death
it is easy to derive
her meaning in the shuttering
of the light
the division of life
in this way
marks out the scale she plays
the bounds of sleep
on our being
absorbed in infinity
where else could she silently lie
but beyond the blackness
when I close my eye?
