Inevitably I'll know you.
Inevitably you'll be
just an ineluctable consequence
of inescapable me.
I'm unbelievably deep
and inconceivably wide.
I intend your fine unfathomable
soul, in essence, to fit inside.
My imagination's underdeveloped.
My sense of the future is feigned.
I'm unproblematically interested
in the infinite instant of pain.
Inevitably you'll see me again.
Inevitably you'll be
as an introspecting infant
expecting an infantry.
Instead babe hears with interest
as strummed instrument is played,
a song prayed through interstices.
Interred interprets: saved.
Take a moment to inspire me
once we're involved again.
Inform me of your openness and
intense intrepid skin,
a work of art inimitable,
mosaic of flesh inlaid
with freckles and specks of beaded sweat,
engulfed by implacable spade.
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