korean ink decrypted and inflicted
upon my palms pressed down
to calm the repeating refrain,
verses drowned out by the rustle
of my frenzied fingers
crumpling, then uncrumpling
the complexity of your surface.
whatever they say, don't listen.
i crave to be seen as i am,
smothering smiles in this
only time may tell, or seal
the secret in such darkness.