Toby’s Words (Sestina)
By Wolran Kim
I seize her reality of loneliness
I found out her reason of raising me
I listen even without words
She dreams our utopia of silence
and wants to be slaves of blockhead
I follow her about like a shadow
She follows me about like a shadow
But she never seizes my reality of loneliness
I don’t care if she is clever or a blockhead
But just feed and don’t hurt me
No words do not mean as giving the silence
My sign language is enough for words
We never misunderstand or exchange words
due to piled up secrets in the shadow
We don’t put each other to silence
because the most contagious disease is loneliness
Her love isn’t really me
As is her guess, I’m not a blockhead
Descartes said a dog is a blockhead
So, she never trusts philosophers’ words
and she knows that she is not smarter than me
Her life often looks like a play of shadow
She thought I can put an end to her loneliness
It was an illusion from my virtues of silence
She never realized the solace in dead silence
It was not a world of the blockhead
She doesn’t chat of old times for loneliness
because it doesn’t really mean bitter or fair words
She needs an ignorant blind love as a shadow
No one can act that role except me
No one can follow her for 24 hours except me
Without any complaints or murmurs, but in silence
She never feels alone any more with the shadow
I’m not trying to make her feel like a blockhead
I’m not trying to eat all her poetic words
I’m just sauntering through life alongside her loneliness
Trust me
The face of silence
is not the heart of a blockhead
By Wolran Kim
I seize her reality of loneliness
I found out her reason of raising me
I listen even without words
She dreams our utopia of silence
and wants to be slaves of blockhead
I follow her about like a shadow
She follows me about like a shadow
But she never seizes my reality of loneliness
I don’t care if she is clever or a blockhead
But just feed and don’t hurt me
No words do not mean as giving the silence
My sign language is enough for words
We never misunderstand or exchange words
due to piled up secrets in the shadow
We don’t put each other to silence
because the most contagious disease is loneliness
Her love isn’t really me
As is her guess, I’m not a blockhead
Descartes said a dog is a blockhead
So, she never trusts philosophers’ words
and she knows that she is not smarter than me
Her life often looks like a play of shadow
She thought I can put an end to her loneliness
It was an illusion from my virtues of silence
She never realized the solace in dead silence
It was not a world of the blockhead
She doesn’t chat of old times for loneliness
because it doesn’t really mean bitter or fair words
She needs an ignorant blind love as a shadow
No one can act that role except me
No one can follow her for 24 hours except me
Without any complaints or murmurs, but in silence
She never feels alone any more with the shadow
I’m not trying to make her feel like a blockhead
I’m not trying to eat all her poetic words
I’m just sauntering through life alongside her loneliness
Trust me
The face of silence
is not the heart of a blockhead
