here, in the history of this love
i am like a sunken ship
do not wait for me to surface, – go
find solace in the rain, in journeys
scrape the sediment of me from your prophecy
time was absolute in our sleep
while distances were our shores of delusion
the season that spilled into the street yesterday
dangling separately from two torn branches
came to resemble the two of us
i have scattered so widely into cold waters
this whirlpool, mingling dreams together,
makes objects forget their dimensions
and for the life of me, i cannot grasp
why the death you drove into me
is named love
your face is the wetness flowing from my skin
there – i have cast the key into the sea
patience is futile against the rust of the lock
English Translation by Mesut Şenol