Voices Poem by Yi Won

Stone, Up to there solid things and I

Light, Things leaking, stretching my flesh

Wall, Up to there things nudged

Road, Up to there things tossed

Window, Until it doesn't arrive

Surface, Until it wells up

Interior, Until there is no place to fall

Blood, Getting tangled up

Ear, Crawling out

Back, The world losing

Color, Digging up, tearing apart

I, While escaping from the mirror,

in the swamp surprisingly there are so many things to bury

You, Having already escaped from the mirror,

in the air too surprisingly many things are buried

Eye, Breaking, shattering

Star, Tearing

Dream, Soaked in blood

Seed, That which is darkest

Egg, There too undoubtedly silence vehemence

Bone, There too left alone

Hand, There too cracking

Mouth, There too caught

Door, Impetuous, delayed, belated

Body, Shadow revealing its true colors

God, Stuck to fingertips

Flower, Vomit

Water, Boiling

Knife, Swelling up to the throat

White, Fluttering