Striker
the tenth poem for a grass
Once upon a time, its family was many members
The life experience of its ancestors becomes a cipher
left in the embryo
With the longing for a new life
This is its first appearance in the world
A large area of dark matte catches it off guard.
The large area of blank space seems like a giant puzzle
It has never experienced anything like that before
What is the crux of the problem
No one shows an answer yet
or gives an demonstration through action
However, instead of retreating into the gap
It just stands on the land toughly
lonely, by itself
