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Poems by Inchiki
the success of failure
in the last few months
i've lost a battle
with myself
on some level
i resigned -
to the good life
i handed in my immortality
and got mortality back
in a skullcap
but immortality
still awaits
with blind eyes
every day
it perches
on the knife edge
like a witch doctor
screening cultured embryos
for schizoidal types
