With the Wrong Setup

A casual silence between us
our blood frosty

tardy boil our waters

our kite set up wrongly
Solutions suspended

ambiguities lost their reasoning

Drowsiness walked out to eternity

Tongues slit

brains of far away places taken off

Days passed by waiting for the definite truth

Towards a future of  confused

Through pell mell desolation

through falling out with labor

Performing acts of an extreme fury

through a shattered hope

Roads decayed

nobody able to recover
Joys in crisis

everybody suffering fatal diversion

Like a gross negligence causing yearnings decimated

Like escaping beyond in the obscurity of a black box

Slyly

and being drawn to a symbolic life

Deceiving markets

superficial appearances

through nothingness

Bundled with falseness

no way with the morning for an audience

English Translation by Mesut Senol

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