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