Night diffusing a mystery
that illuminates my language, whenever it is clearer
I become more fearful of a tomorrow in the fist. Night
staring at itself safe and assured in its
endlessness, nothing celebrates it except its mirror
and the ancient shepherd songs in a summer of emperors
who get sick on love.
We are walking through fake scenes, but ourselves, as we walk through these scenes, are real.
What’s so hard about that first sentence is that you’re stuck with it.
Lee Seongkyeong for Steve J & Yoni P Spring 2013 at Seoul Fashion Week
As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.