The Shaking House / Wolran Kim (080305)



Since when?
My father, sees through only one eye cause senile cataract
his peculiar way of seeing, cover up his one bleary lens, ashy color
Take his hand off and on
"It is impossible to measure of exact distance with one eye"
used to measure a dead thing, my father
That much, whenever sorrow come near to me dazzled
This much, whenever tearfulness go past by me shadowed
in spite of myself, measure distance covering my one eye on and off
a festive day, half brother had stayed and left as a guest
with pretty son and daughter using the standard language
I miss him who is the spitting image of my father like hometown
I'm focusing my life raising my hand up and down
I'm walking into my father's sight carefully which mixed with near and far
Beyond insolent gene handed over and could't hate
"I'm your daughter" ordered characteristic love
Something is close to me because it's too far
Something is far from me because it's too close
The habit to seizing of my father's measuring techniques of intervals
Go away wavering, from the way I walked through
In azure eyes losing my eyesight pressure of life
Is this an optical illusion that I built a shaking house?