Without You, the Thing Which Loves You Is / Wolran Kim (#960)
‘Twas a thing which tries to draw that face with short lines of breaking letters
‘Twas a thing which ties up each branch heavily laden with only wind sound
‘Twas a thing which sings without accompaniment on the no spectator stage
‘Twas a thing which takes off clothes whenever putting on clothes inside a mirror
‘Twas a thing which can't move past one season even as seasons pass by
‘Twas a thing which can't give a name to the glaring flower blossomed
‘Twas a thing which looks for only errata between fragments and run-ons
‘Twas a thing which stops on the inaccessible precipice during my catnap dream
‘Twas a thing which turns from each scene of reality that looks at my eyes
‘Twas a thing which never fills ever consuming and never hungry
‘Twas a thing which colors my heart with unworldly color
‘Twas a thing which sits me back in my seat everyday
Without you, the thing which loves you is
