TWILIGHT REBELLION
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i grow tired of these unending days,
of this predestined path. i am caught
in perpetual twilight, unable
to watch the sun rise or to remember
the sunset. the universe bore me
from darkness and promised me light.
and i am still searching for it.
so i am spilling gasoline on the track,
lighting a match.
this is not destruction;
i am creating light.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Ghosts Lost & Winter Found
Şiirwhen you steal all that's evil and bury it underground: these are our ghosts lost and this is our winter found. collected poems from 2017 [ © 2017 by shaye ]
