Just a note before today's entry: I have obtained employment as an English conversation teacher here in Korea. I have a break between 3 and 6 pm, Seoul time, so I will be posting about this time from now on.
In the shadow of the cemetery trees,
I breathed in the vapors of their darkness.
Time has not visited this place in ages,
nothing has changed in so, so long.
I imagine that this is not a place at all,
that this is the ruin of some eternity,
laid as a trap to those who linger too long
in the nighttime of the soul. Where am I?
I thought I knew how I got here, but
the path I traveled I cannot tell apart
from the trails that lead nowhere. What
shall I do? There is nothing but to
stare at the brooding sky, that hints at
a storm that never comes. Nothing but
to sit and write words that shall never
be read, sing a song that cannot be heard.
I wish this were a dream, but even
dreams have never imagined this place.
In this limbo I will stake my claim
upon the universe, I think, king of a
desolation that is not so much a hell
but the realm between life and death,
where nothing dare breathe lest it
understand too much what nothing is.
