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Poems by Inchiki
sleep apart
so late, so late
the world is sleeping tight
tonight
and i am up
with the bub
and the night light
but that's alright
it is the hour
when concerns
dissolve
when worries
liquefy
into the black
consciousness of
the garden
outside
this little life
cradled in tired hands
needn't know
time beats
separately
from the heart
and someday
the two
must
break apart
it is the peaceful
caress
of sleep
the worn and caring hand
of silence
the garden
of emptiness
that we seem born
to struggle against
