by Ece Apaydin
Doubt! The first day of the year
light kites wraps the world
the threads nibbled by the
metal mice. The scent of the aqua vitae
an old grocery – honestly
the grave that I know the fabric to go –
covered with bicycles
will go out to public – says so for angels
I had a dream and I was so afraid
I was leaning out of the windows upside-down
the dry leaves were wrapping me
even those which were the most lifeless
were alive away from me
I do not know what is the mine of the being dead sphere
Its rolling down
It is bonded at the hearth to the going precincts
it should be a black angel that is drawing the scale
bumping its doors and it is in everwhere
I slept this was the death this was for forgetting everything
pouring of a lifeless river into the sea
so what! tell me. by the touch of the love
also do you want to draw me on the road in the steppe
alone immortal
to go always seems to me as if it was
a leash. your jewellery
Doubt! It is hearing me at the back of beyond
dancing with the same mastership the doubt that accompanies me.
ECE APAYDIN
Last updated June 12, 2016