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- The Foggy Morning
- I wake up into a
- pungent smell pervading like pain the
- place, places out of time;
- I walk to the window and am breathless to see the
- formidable shroud covering the
- Revelations of May.
- I remember a violent uprising of wild flowers
- cracking the mountain.
- I remember the savage radiance of the sun
- disturbing a lake.
- I remember an aeroplane
- scratching the unbroken sky.
- All yesterdays are now back in the
- formless peace and
- lost time shall find its
- own fulfillment somewhere beyond the
- empty incantation of
- Tick-Tock.
- I baptize with dark coffee the
- uncradled Month; I
- celebrate this opaque
- Paradise; I pray
- for another
- Eternity.
- soh-young chung
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