Bulkhead
Amidst the bulkheads of life,
What is it that we search for?
Are we looking for
The seeds of a crowd?
Am I looking for you, who is not me here—
Or you looking for me, who is not you?
Forgetting that very moment,
We simply gaze out the train window.
The Han River comes into view.
It feels as though I hear the voices of the crowd.
The long, groaning sound of the subway echoes:
"Clack-clack, clack-clack."
Where on earth
Am I right now?
"The next stop is Sungshin Women's University,
Sungshin Women's University Station."
"Passengers for getting off
Please use the right-hand doors."
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