A Parade of Broken, False Memories
Things in the past are occurring to you.
They are faint.
As they look opaque, you are feeling uneasy.
You are driving through the misty road.
Things in the past are occurring to you.
They are breaking.
They look and feel fractured.
You are standing, looking at the fractured mirrors forever.
Things in the past are occurring to you.
The past things are mixed with others and they feel confused.
The cloud of dust is being piled up even now.
The things you have known and seen are no longer what they were.
As part of an effort to not be disconcerted, you are denying and trying not to recollect them only in vain.
 
Pretending to Be Real
The working of the mind that has penetrated into memories that are not sound.
And the passage of time that worked on the environment.
Even the visible things look different and changes are being made at all times.
Treelike Broccoli.
Finger-like mountains.
Finger-like yam fields.
Vegetables pretending to be forest.
Cloud-like cottons.
The identity is confused and so are the views.
You keep asking yourself if it's because you try to see them differently or they do look differently, but it is as if you are looking for an answer that does not exist.
Even before the illusions of the shapes are recognized, the time and the environment change them all.
The changes are not fast, yet you constantly strive to keep up with them.
You make it a regular habit to comfort yourself that to remember everything and recognize all the changes only take the starch out of your life.
The only thing that does not change is the fact that everything does change.

Geon-il Kim