P. I

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P. II

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<Pyongwon>

Let me sink inside myself.
Let me erase my infinite falsehood
Which is left even after deleting over and over again.
Let me have my disappearing be born
In the last empty place
Like a brilliant butterfly's birth from a cocoon.
And then
Let me free myself
Like the wind running over a vast moorland.
Though the repetition of regular motions
May look heavy like shackles,
I'm not restricted by them,
For my shell cannot be a shell
When I've disappeared from it.
Who calls
This regular motion a restriction?
He will also disappear with me,
Defeated by nature,
Until when he understands the change.

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