Muesser Yeniay – The Meander

Muesser Yeniay

The Meander

line gaps empty, words picking their syllables in louse palace set a table, doors waitress night flows like an ink over day day, falling like a femme over night roses shaking of their soil, crying moments are life auditor setting clocks to death. my heart still beating heartily, what is that under your coat beside coincidence and hymns hush! bury this world into your heart my mind, my loss, cause an defect never adjusted the clocks, sleep not fermented blood distilled its red, drops disassociated yesterday was the day before today, after ‘yes’ they set secrets betrayed themselves in a night music listened to a casette player peeled onion accused its odour, sniffed Haliç regressed back in every stroke inside a lair, designated the fate of a well all other locks died of an attack awhile human was the ugliest shape and of least regret bruised nature ruined and shocked. like squadrons autonomous, words never obeyed the command ‘stop!’ mines blown up in their fieriest times to hear my voice was an excuse to silence life was a gap ought to be filled a notch, unexcused stalagmite a flow, rain was my soul which is to be drained alluvion, oblivions added while drawing zigzags, they were the legs set for escaping out of the self. committed suicide a river with a swordfish in a side bleeding eyes were compass ionate for an arid death regressed regressed and.

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