Are you my fucking Poetry?

Start the next line.
Might have been. Wanted to see it.
Might have been. Wanted to have seen it
to have it happen to have it happen before. All of it.
Unexpected and then there
all over. Each part. Every part. One at a time
one by one and missing none. Nothing.
Forgetting nothing
Leaving out nothing.
But pretend
go to the next line
Resurrect it all over again.
Bit by bit. Reconstructing step by step
step
within limits
enclosed absolutely shut
tight, black, without leaks.

from Dictee by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha (1951-1982)