Do you know me, you long gone sinner? While you preach to protect me, Run around and covet me

“Senin burada hala ne işin var?” dedi bana, şu leylek denen cevut. “Lan, sen yavru değil misin?” deyince asagiya saman fırlattı.

Your thoughts tore the continuum, froze it over reality is no longer spatiotemporal

I fell on my knees when the gaping silence filled with a mass pounding Like a heartbeat, but coming from a brutalist building Grey and a thousand stories high, scraping the ozone lair off the vault of heaven

It ended before it began And I died before I came to live

I place my palm on the bark of the tree and bring it back to my heart.  i love the tree so dearly, so dearly, i hug it day by day, run by it and wink, i whisper my condolences, our love and ruin i walk into the graveyard and the tree is there too i sleep on the headstone of my blood in slumber, one head above the earth rests upon soil, roots follow it under what happens there in this life i must not discover

The graveyard was drunk during this deep winter's day There was no snow, but everything was dry - and cold

you're such a wreck there are evil bees and dried-out leaves around your hair your fingertips draw circles upon the open air and when we take our walk in nature you don't see them but i do the trees and the clouds and the kids

the moon it bled surrounded by warmth i felt  a melt molt suspended dot birth to wane its face grew inwards as i lay in a haze  i saw it happen