The walls shuddered.
A tremor of the mind shakes the earth.
In the light the leaves dance like motes as they fall from the wavering trees and the fetid garden path illuminates its meandering - the feet of echoes stomp the petals behind the eyes. Followed one after another unseen.
Tiny embers glow and dim, flicker and swim in the gloom.
My eyes peer back at eyes in an ethereal pool to the left, Egg white and yellow. On the right red rimmed and green. tiny veins barbed with the lonely idea of black. An ichor sucking at naked feet; enameled stones grinding bones in contorted grimaces like painful bliss between
the moon lights
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Confusion in Underground Clouds
ŞiirThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
