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Poems by Inchiki



 


youth bemusement



the rain sprinkles calmly on a wet wet land
your eyes are mirrors in the midday sun
my body a beach stroked by the tide's hand
the sun is crying on an idiot's corpse at one
the moon is fallen shattered from an empty page
spilling black pitch from its porcelain cage
igniting my rage






Mind Spool  2012