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Poems by Inchiki



 


love park



for every stream
there is an ex-stream

for every site
there is an oppo-site

so tell me

when you close your eyes
where does the blankness end?

what is beyond the horizon
when the road describes an ellipse?

how does the bird stay afloat
when it is only feathers, twig and bone?

there is a subterranean route
that castrates the need of inquiry

take my hand
and I'll lead you the way
by feeling

the measureless caverns of the heart
were raised by human hands

so allow me these strokes
to paint eyelids on your soul






unpublished  2010