Breathing in the gap between light and shadow
Until the soul is squeezed dry
I touch your pale mask with my fingertips
Brush off the inches of dust that have settled on your bones
Find your footprints in the long river of history
That voice of yours that has been sleeping for many years
It has never disappeared until now
That face of yours that has decayed for many years
It has never changed until now
Those pupils of yours that have been sluggish for many years
I still remember it vividly until now
Find the answer from the earliest but deepest place
- Eye color tells everything
pen record
That was the reality you existed in
That's the reality of my existence
We are all record keepers of history.