23) Copier

       Wolran Kim

 

Time after time

Everytime at the risk of destroying or loosing

They copy each other with

The lips that didn’t finish spell-check

The hearts that are locked as secret files

The four legs that kept running through each other

We infringe on each other’s copyrights

The copied files that press each other vertically and horizontally

Maybe infected by each other like the mosquito’s encephalitis

They may be cancelled like the ancient slave papers

They may be moved from their residences

Were the files translated better than the original?

They once dreamed

About upgrading the software

Like an image that wanted to be preserved for a long time on film

The morning pilgrimage opens mysteriously as a fraud

From imprinted souls of the night

Each other’s secret code that was sent as a facsimile

Is floating through particles of light, like toner powder

The reproduced soul is painful

The noise is increasing like leased electronic equipment

The output of time full of A4 is not readable

Like the back that has amnesia

There is nothing but their backs

In the golden ratio, still remains dazzling

If they flip the margins

In yours and my duplicated hearts

There is nothing built in