The simplicity of stimulation and response.
The unicellularization of instinct.
My pappy and younger sister
In the simulation of simulation produced
by the end of a century.
The secretion of desire overflows
The pulpy body,
And go and see a fish market
On a sultry summer day.
It has been a long time
Since your eyes lost their focuses
Like the frozen pollacks out of time.
The asphalt pavement burns more blazingly even
in the dark.
My chain of memory gets worn gradually
In the loose coal tar,
And this city gets on its way to sinking.
by Seung_Moo Ha