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Poems by Inchiki
opening
as when
the first dust
out of the sun
strikes an
eucalypt bud
opening at dawn
and
the crimson rosella
vibrates the air
to create
what is perceived
as bliss
it is why
the
mind
accepts this
as its own
form
to embrace
placidly
without
argument
it is the
recognition
of a road
taken
on this beam
of sunlight
with this life
chiming in tune
from
eons trot
over bare earth
backwards
out of
sulphur pool
across abyss
by star
a thin
reed of silk
woven
from the red
womb
that in this step
we recognise
the family
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