alone like this, it is better this way
like reading a story all over again
like starting to deal with the sea
a sea you have never been
like starting and reading all over again
deep-seated words
give me one ax, one
knife to cut the water into halves and suffocate
all the stories I know about
mute like this, it is better this way
if I die, it would be known like this, I am here
the doors are locked behind me
which one is the dirty handkerchief, the body or the soul?
give me an ax, one
knife to let the cliff inside me be with the wind
I said the cliff, and a handful of sand
of which I cannot let any wind to take
am I fine, am I fine, fine
its start and end are known
I am fictionalizing the universe
by placing the words
onto the broken chair of life
alone like this, silent like this, it is better
if only I could bury the words…
give me an ax, one
knife, my mom is going to give birth to a cliff if I ever speak out
English Translation by Mesut Şenol