3 Mayıs 2019 Cuma

Prekambriyen Kadranımda Bir Meyve İçinde


istihza sükutun 
dizayn entegresinde 
bir turuncu pul 

 makas daraltan iç geçirişle birlikte
postal oyuğa denk düşürülüyor

yakalanmayan lahzalarda 
peşin ifadeler
donuyor

buna
keşiflerimden istifade 
istif ayracım
fiilen eşlik ediyor

batiskafımda fincanlar
fincanda hâlâ kışın çayı

zaruri bir hatır


Out of sight,
Ah, babe, again.
In the forefront, 
I'm forced to break away.

I'm trying to be someone, but I don't even know what that means.
And I'm trying to do something, but I don't even know what that is.

How cold must you be, to do the things you do?

Out of sight.

Out of sight,
I'll keep you satisfied. 
In the dark,
We speak in tongue.

I'm trying to get started, but I can't find a man on the run.
And I try to get going, but I already see that I'm done.

How low must you stoop, to bow before the throne?

On your own.
Out of sight.
On your own.
Out of sight.

She had me running away.
Can't catch me running away.
Gotta keep on running away.
Gotta keep on running away.

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