you !
in every crushing of the mirror
you are there
you are not new nor an old one
of somebody else
someone !
as memorizing to weep
one does not contact
one does not speak nor be quiet
a worn down ghost
if they !
had not been travel-sore
they would not sweat
no fuss no curiosity
an unadorned stone
we !
a subject without a sultan
dead history
we do not get excited nor laugh
in cramp out of emotion
i !
as i collect mirrors
it was a coated trick
i was not new nor an old one
even nobody was in there
Translated from Turkish by Mesut Şenol