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Awoke at 2 AM I dreamed 3 things. The first thing: I dreamed a language. I was holding a language, that writhed in my arms like a weeping child. Or like a laughing child. It was a rough and restless language. I was holding a language. The second thing: I dreamed an emptiness. I was holding an emptiness, that stretched out around me like an enveloping forest. But it was shapeless, quiet, cool. A smooth, safe emptiness. More safe than feelings, more safe than optimism. I was holding an emptiness. These were evaporating abstractions, but I held them close to me, like two musical instruments, ready to play. The third thing: I dreamed a smile. I was holding a smile, that was like a cat's face in the sunshine. Or like a painting of the stormy sky at sunset, more stunning than reality. Or like a mask that reveals everything. But it was a kind and guileless smile. I was holding your beautiful smile, in memory. I awoke at 2 am, from sleeping on a warm floor.
– a free-form poem from my past. I wrote and published this poem on this blog March 3, 2010, when I was living, temporarily, in Suwon, South Korea.
