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If you're reading this, a certain Korean has entrusted you with something that she doesn't hand over to everybody- several fragments of her soul. Be gentle, be blessed.
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Dream-Born
Once upon a night we met,
My archangel, guiding star.
Dream-born, tenderly sunset,
Chaste whisper from afar.
(I held your soul in my hand; be aware! I am a question yet unanswered.)
Through the laden labyrinth,
Alone, exclude your voice.
Beating heart and passion-calm,
Strong and soft as song and psalm.
(I know you knew as I that nothing is liberating as a broken watch, or charming as a duck.)
You don’t think that I could drink
Of life as others do.
In strife, in wandering, just once
I found my footsteps true.
(My dimension was a tangle, children and charm, and you were all the greatness in me.)
Plastic walls in bated halls,
Wind and red and death.
Before I slashed my boundaries,
You cried out, froze my breath.
(I clasp young feral memories with me, swathed in threads of purple passion.)
I found you in the end of time,
And begged your arms to stay.
Suffused with love regretful then,
I vowed to go along my way.
(You must have been caged, or awoken I’d have never.)
Reality undid the dream,
Dusky, sorry sighs.
Realize I had to go,
Moon-fed spark, and now I know.
(You will save me again, and we will dare to believe in clichés. We are imminent and certain.) |
Posted: 11:15 PM, Tuesday, April 19, 2005 |
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