Without you, the thing which loves you is / Wolran Kim (#960)



T'was a thing which tries to draw that face with short lines of breaking letters
T'was a thing which ties up each branch heavily laden with only wind sound
T'was a thing which sings without accompaniment on the no spectator stage
T'was a thing which takes off clothes whenever putting on clothes inside a mirror
T'was a thing which can't move past one season even as seasons pass by
T'was a thing which can't give a name to the glaring flower blossomed
T'was a thing which looks for only errata between fragments and run-ons
T'was a thing which stops on the inaccessible precipice edge during my catnap dream
T'was a thing which turns from each scene of reality that looks at my eyes
T'was a thing which never fills ever consuming and never hungry
T'was a thing which colors my heart with unworldly color
T'was a thing which sits me back in my seat everyday
Without you, the thing which loves you is