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Pitiable things,
Heart strings
Stickier still
Their tugs
That quiver
Long after they're pulled

What many seem useless
Breathes into me a gust
Of life, a reminder
That my heart still thumps blindly
When it bumps into eyes kindly
Meeting me where mine are

Sing my heart a lullaby
As it hiccups mid-day
For the harshest truth is the every day
And it's a day that becomes a life
So guarded are we against earthquakes
That we stamp out every flutter

Cut them away with logic
Shake no to improbability
Let our heads block senseless musings,
Helpless vibrations, nascent reveries -
Yet aren't they what make a song
And we claim we want to fall

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How absent is a genuine gesture of kindness from our lives that when I come across it, it brands itself into me and I am suddenly spellbound.

New York, NY 


July 2014 © SeoJin Jeannie Kim