Am I the shown
or the within
Weathered by time
the distinction between wound and essence erodes
To the hands that hold the stone
To the eyes that seek the stone
To the arms that hurl the stone
When did I first come to own myself
My earliest memory is the shuddering silhouettes
a figure in white, a slap on my cheek
For those first seconds
they shook me
unaware they too would waver
A stone cast
Our path unfolds the airfield
The threshold I stand at
where the beginning dissolves into the end
A gaze above the trail
Everything that has passed is now a companion
The ground burns beneath me
as though I’ve just lifted off
Seok-young Kim
The Stone We Hold
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The Stone We Hold
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