17 Apr 2014

The sixth tailbone of the Cenozoic era

The prelude of the Space Revolt?

The planet is getting dyed grey

And the city is going on Cyber Fantasy Trip.

The future of the twentieth century

Is being replaced by

Utopia of the imaginary reality.

Female is a femail?

Mail is a mail?

Yellow hair, blue hair of New Unisex

That we can't know even the roots.

"And then, why can't they dye their eyes blue or red,
No, if they change the chromosome, it's possible."

Moonlight priests in the sky

Encroach the melanin of human soul and yet remained,

The essence is this or not.

Blinded dark grey light

Question tag followed by tag,

Is holding the frame of life

That we dare not to violate.

Dark shadows are hanging around out the door

Amoeba, lost its tongue, is shaking powerless tentacle,

Bloody body over just six months in the worm of the virgin

Holding the sixth tailbone of the Cenozoic era

Is about to burst out.

This is a real space revolt.

As our grandfather of grandfather

Of grandfather of grandfather said long age,

Newton's apple tree was getting rotten,

The baby's cryout stopped.

And then, all is over.

by Seung-Moo Ha