The Time Machine Poem by Kinsley Lee

Jang-Sung, Chu

Off Seoul,
Take on the eight round-trip lanes freeway,
And if you, for long time to the southward direction, running
On, then the lanes are decreasing,
And it changed to the old days before that the landscape of the surroundings.
If you decrease the speed, then you can see the surroundings.
The four laned road is the Local Road, and it looks like the vanished road located in hometown.
The road softly curved to the right,
If you rise up the gentle slope, then you can see the small tunnel on the road.
And it goes well that the old woods and the granites' retaining wall of road
The trees are stand up silently,
And the silent mountain won't conceal the rounded ridge.
Who did switch on the time-machine secretly?
It looks like that the time standstills or goes very slowly.
Like the black hole, the tunnel draws near,
If you enter the long and dark way, then the yellow lines, one after the other,
Passed away like the buoys of the time
Far away, the small outlet of the black hole, it draws near like the movie film picture.
It was the warm village, warm school, and buzz organ and persimmon tree.
If I go out, then the bright surroundings are play-off,
And the time-machine-switch was turned off.
The road is increasing to the four lane ways, again
And the surrounded landscape will be the shot arrow again.