This is the first book in the [Destructive Poems] series, which comprises 100 poems grouped under the title "Destructive Poems on Sense." Each poem contains a footnote that targets two birds: savoring and contemplation, aiming to inspire readers once again.

 Following the series on death and enlightenment,  this sense series brought together various poems excluded by death and enlightenment subjects. The term ‘sense’ in the title does not carry great implications; however, this one will be far more entertainingly destructive than other series. Many of the poems in “Death” and “Enlightenment” were about looking at things differently, twisted viewpoint. However, many poems in this collection break down common sense, shattering such a sense of negativity and removing heavy clouds of delusion. Among the poet’s many literary assumptions, the poems cover diverse subjects, mostly related to monism and positivity, some of which are as follows:

 Conditions of happiness, reality of loneliness, positivity and negativity, anthropocentrism, common fundamentals of religions, consciousness and unconsciousness, hidden structure and framework, temptations, threshold, ability to withhold, responsibility, nature of hermaphroditism, human immortality, charm, pain, passionlessness, uniformity of happiness and unhappiness, meaning of this lifetime, adjective, monism, love, cosmic consciousness, modernity, smile, purity, tolerance and acceptance, God, clergy, world, what’s visible and invisible, subjectivity of being, person in process, slave of success, meditation, womb, life, logic and illogic, The One, accessory of life, ideals of religion, enlarged success, brief life, and mayfly, etc.

[Representative Peoms]

You and me

I was unwittingly separated
Separated into two, one has become you and me
Reassembling us is not easy
Time cannot be turned back
So, space has been set back

The space we were once one
I decided to dig up there
Dug and dug the inner foundation
It might still be the same there

Our foundation inseparable by time
Was still there
As the one
In the depth, the easiest to hide

Happiness from half bowl ramen

I had watery porridge with pickled radish for brunch
My next meal would be ramen
One bowl feeling 2X full than
Half bowl, for today
Will be shared for tomorrow, as usual
 

Surrogate parent

Let me offer my womb
It's useless to me
Yet, it is essential for another

Let me bestow my womb
Where the seeds grow
With nourishment and warmth

All parents are surrogates
I, too, was born through a surrogate mother
I also will be someone's surrogate

Every person's parents are themselves
They gave birth to themselves
By renting another's womb

Beings become parents of themselves
Though there is a little assistance from surrogate parents 
My uterus is meant to be for others

Kids are not kids but their own parents
Beings self-born
From their womb

Within my body but
The only thing that is not mine
My uterus is a house of others

Adverse effects

I made a subtraction, yet got something new
It ended up being an addition

I was sure I had subtracted correctly
Yet, it keeps accumulating, capturing my gaze

An intention of killing me 
Saved me after all

The process of death
Led to life in the end

I will have to die zealously
That would be my immortal life

Structure

Staying unmoved amidst moving things
Keeping moving amidst things unmoved

Changing among the unchanging
Unchanging among the changing

A failure amid successes
A success amid failures

From seeing through the veils of hidden aspects 
From recognizing the dual structure