STORY 50 · PART IV · What Is Left After Taking Away, One by One
I Wrote Nothing
The Last Work · 2013
Text by Byun Joung Hoon
One sun.
One horse.
Far off,
one boat.
A wide empty place.
In one corner of the painting,
the place
to write a name.
The hand
stopped.
A face from long ago,
left without a name,
came to mind.
I did not say
I would come again tomorrow.
I wrote
nothing.
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