The Eternal Quest For Eternity

Since when no bloom bee has brought,
Since when no root rain has revived,
Swirling slowly in strangury, love is suffocated.

Yet do I sense assimilation of the selves,
Yet do I sense debacle of the self,
Shriveling swiftly in shivering, I am severed.

Defoliators toil punctual fall wounds, deafened;
Yet do I hear clearer heart’s pith,
Surely the eternal quest for a true love is not forgotten?

by Junyup Kim

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