Jung Ho Han, Acceleration

Acceleration Jung Ho Han

There’s a moment before the sun rises, The anticipation before the circus horns, When I can feel signals from numbing skin,

A red alert, the shot rings out, The starting gun of an unstoppable race, Peanut crunching crowds cheer,

The acceleration of a kaleidoscope, The grinding down or a piling up, Dizzying recursion, an avalanche of eyes Digital conductors, the spasm of phones,

It’s a blur, a blast, Run faster, aim higher, There’s words to write, to write to breathe, An asthma attack of alarms,

And then, An exhalation, Precious seconds, before a continuation, A finger-worn keyboard taps away, Under clouds of chloroform gray.

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Yoon Hee Kim