To Have More Poem by Chulsoo Kim

In the morning,
I eat one apple.
One apple becomes my share.
Habitually,
one is necessary.
The need to live one day is
everywhere and anywhere.
In that need
there should be always a little bit more left one
so that the extorting desire on material might be reduced,
the feeling of shrinking on facing world could be reduced,
and standing on the corridor opening to the world is possible.
Now in the bond of sympathy which non-having opens,
I take the need to have more.
I approch to the world of mine to survive one step closer.
Like learning foreign words,
my conciousness is refilled.
With the programm operated,
I sense the collision.
Reprogrammed.