I ruined my life.
In the sad dusk field in the north
198811
September
Witnessing the death of the gods, grass and wild flowers
In the distance, the wind is farther than the distance.
I sobbed tears.
I’m returning this distance to the grass.
One is called horsehead and the other is called ponytail.
I sobbed tears.
The distance condenses wildflowers in death.
The moon mirror hangs high and the grass reflects the Millennium.
I sobbed tears.
Beat the horse over the grass
1986
On the first day of the last night, I dedicated poems.
You have black hair tonight.
It’s a lonely night on the rock
Shepherd’s snow-white flock
Fill the darkness around the airport
Night goes to bed earlier than I do.
Night is the wound of God.
You are my wound.
Sheep flowers are also rock wounds.
Snow-capped mountains and snow fill the darkness around the airport.
Snow Mountain Goddess eats wild animals and wears flowers.
Ninety-nine snow-capped mountains are high in heaven tonight
I can’t sleep all night.
1989116 draft
198914 reform
swan
At night, I heard swans flying over the bridge in the distance.
The river in my body
Echoing them
When they fly over the birthday soil and dusk soil.
A swan was injured.
In fact, beauty only knows when the wind blows
She has been injured and she is still flying.
And the river in my body is heavy.