Addiction 탐닉
I am addicted to the sound
You make in my mind
My ball of fire, my branded rite
My April fire-cracker
The cranberry tears of holding
Onto something so dear
It’s a dream I had, but it’s
Other lives who will lead it
Spring has returned with Vengeance
And I am green, and
Everything is about to bloom
Two solitudes sing in me
Recklessly like colors at their core
And I’m an unbelievable shrieking
Of heart into the naked night
I’m the lyricism of miracles
Laying low, bowing low, being humble
All the soaring of my mind
Beings in my blood like lion’s breath
As if everything terrible that happens to us
Is in its own strange sense, something
Helpless that wants help from us
I’m addicted to the purr of the wind
The whispers that you are near
And temptation as raw as the rain
Everything in me is feminine when
The secret thing in poetry is revealed to me
The only journey is within
The only now is internal
The only event is the silence that resides in your soul
And if your daily life appears at times poor
Blame yourself that you are not poet enough
Not brave enough to love enough
For one human being to love another
Is the only thing truly worth being addicted to.
Wuji Seshat 