Travelers of musk

think the silence when you are silent!
think by tearing, splitting the tissues down

now I am still I am
deprived of your eyes, turn down
with going by the fade skin
it is the mystery of word
was that frightening wall built
by raising from the base

syllable and of all those flashed nights . . .

xxx

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lament to blue hills

I.

shadow fell
day was torn—

II.

I am the presence itself
with the sounds rat tat
balmy
rains that left by leaking from my illusions . . .

III.

funerals in line are walking on the small, blue hills
it doesn’t know those ones
sacks bleed one after another
ordering mules
those who never exist taste the death on those hills.
endless, fade, white signals are covered by snow
It’s how helpless die
It’s how helpless die
It’s how helpless die

IV.

lament looks secretly from the eye of water
stars up, Plato and each of them are a piece of mushroom now.
River wakes up into painful fears.
there is neither alluvium nor pebble.

V. 

the ghost of oak pervades into stingers
black lake is where deserted valleys
night butterflies are finally forerunners of a good future
a kid is walking around canes
he gave birth to Jesus from the source of beauty itself.
It’s how helpless are born
It’s how helpless are born
It’s how helpless are born

xxxxx

xxxxx

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     *Bir yaşamak istencine düşüvermişim gökyüzüne
            Seyirdi aynalı onca an kalktığımda yeryüzüne . . .

Dolu ile boş yer değiştirmiş
              Dolu eline düşmüş, boş zihnine
Boş doldurmuş 
             Doluyu,

Dolu da boşmuş bir zamansız . . .

xxx

*I felt into the sky with the desire of living
It was a watch with a mirror all those times
when I stood on the earth . . .

The full and the empty replaced

             The full felt into your hand, the
empty did to your mind

The empty completed the full, 

The full was empty without once . . .

xxx