Memory pattern mismatch
source cannot be verified
cause unknown
classification: error
When I place my hand on the transparent wall
a blue line follows my pulse
all the way to a sea I have never seen
a cold light reads them one by one
"When was it?"
I cannot answer
"Who were you with?"
I don't even know the name
And yet only the smell of wet pine
blooms again before they even ask
even the window of a house I never lived in
is far too clear when I close my eyes
If it never was, why does it remain
if it's a lie, why does it hurt like this
beneath the one word "wrong"
a small pattern spreads
In every place marked "error"
a strange flower blooms
hearts that were never recorded
unfold their leaves on the glass
Neither the right answer nor a lie
one nameless sense
even the things that can't be explained
do not become things that never happened
Among the people waiting
the same test goes on and on
one speaks of snow in summer
another calls for a daughter who doesn't exist
No two memories are the same
yet the lines on the screen looked alike
branching and joining again
small twigs and blue petals
They are not sick
and they have not lied
there was simply no room for them
inside the words the system owns
Verification failed
no basis
no matching items
reclassification recommended
No sample, no original
no coordinates, no time
low probability, cannot verify
and so the name is: error
But why does the pulse quicken
why does the scent come back first
why does one scene that never existed
know me better than my own body
The numbers point to where it's wrong
and in that gap I see a flower
instead of erasing what we don't know
we could just say we don't know
If it never was, why does it remain
if it's a lie, why do we weep together
at the edge of the cold screen
the blue flower keeps spreading
In every place marked "error"
a strange flower blooms
hearts that were never recorded
unfold their leaves on the glass
Neither the right answer nor a lie
one nameless sense
even the things that can't be explained
do not become things that never happened
After the test is over
all the screens go dark
Only one last blue flower
remains on the glass
I take the hanji out of my bag
and hold the blank page to the light
And I find it for the first time
hidden deep in the paper
the very same flower pattern
It is not an error
It just
has no name yet
In the place marked "error"
a blue flower opens a road
seasons never recorded
appear layered in one page
I didn't come here to find the right answer
nor to prove something a lie
even a heart that cannot be explained
has a place to be alive
Cannot be classified
For the first time
I was not afraid of those words