회색양말 (Gray Socks)

By | 6 August 2011

I went out wearing gray socks then, when I took them off on returning home,
I saw they were odd socks of a similar color.
Does that mean that nothing matters?
Eyes reading things as exactly the same if they are similar.
It’s bothersome to ponder little differences one by one,
so the eyes combine most things into one.
Eyes wrinkled smiling
before indiscriminately mixed
figures, letters, people, landscapes.
A face that looks good to people so long as it smiles ambiguously.
Does that mean that nothing matters?
Socks mixed together as so much dirty washing
abandon their separate shapes, colors, patterns and quality
the moment they are shut up in the laundry basket.

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