A whole forest of memories has sprung up within me
Absolutely fresh and as turbulent
as a disappointed lover can be in moments of solitude
As tangible as parasites can be on dead skin
And as intangible as our passionate Valentine's Day kisses can be
I once looked at myself very carefully in a full-length mirror
As I looked, I realized that within me are many steps of sorrow
Whose demons offer me no solace,
nor the cool syrup of moonlight
So I sink into the armor of my own excitement
I grow colder like an ice flower
Even the eye that has grown on my body
sheds blood in my dreams
and it freezes in my hot fists
My dream hero is lying face down, bleeding, in the ideology of love
I want to end some ancient battle in pieces
I pause for a moment and look
into that same full-length mirror
when for the first time on Long Walk Hawk Street
suddenly and carelessly
on my trembling back
the tremor of your hands had unsettled my soul
The eyes of that tremor have not yet blinked
