Another Obelisk
Here, I awake with a cry on my lips A flock of birds wash the fields of ash clean Wings of orange and purple wave goodbye At a speed unknown to anybody but the wind I awake in a slight sweat Knowing it is cynical October A morning to plant the Summer Vegetables Days in which to wait for the Zeppelins to return And palaces to be built from pearls I close my grey eyes Eyes that my mother believes change colour For in this world I am a middle child The child with arrogantly imagined power Here, I awake with the Hangul Mysterious symbols and sounds The history of a great king with bad eyesight I dedicate this obelisk of words to him Deep against the wall is another shadow Straight and tall And it makes me shake, it makes me want to flee I am unaware that is mine The smell of flowers and a new day come With sounds of ages yet to be born An echo shaking through oblivion's tunnel From sleep I feel the boundaries change Here, I awake with a glance into the sun ...