ticking clocks -sEung b. Kim

I wish for my soul to fall into the ground as Ice and melt between the
cracks so i can feel no more.. Of my suffering here on Earth he gives
no witness.. for he is like a Man who looks at the insects and finds
them so limited that he would kill him mercilessly.. But what does
all this mean? He is the mysterious Stranger.. He is number 44.. As
my pain is conscious of time as well..time that won't heal this
wound. So acute is my sense of time that the pain is coupled with
hopelessness.. Even if my sins are with God, I am the better man.. if
my condition is absurd, then my sins are without God.. the problem
with the food chain is that there is always someone on top.. and it is
a struggle to prevent yourself from dropping a notch in the
foodchain..

-sEung b. Kim