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...
Three poems by Seda Suna Uçakan
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Four Psychedelic poems by Eşref Ozan Baygin
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Translated by Seda Suna Uçakan
The Bastard’s Year (II)
While reality was closer
With the effect of the first fallen word
I fell asleep, and
Then spiders kept my cave.