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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
