Thresholds

By Mevlut Ceylan 

Listen you must bury me before you go away

stony tireless shadows like dead coffins on the wall

leeching on life's endless desires

I am the earth yet I am haunted

by rotten waters

the surrenders to the dark

but I used to have seasons

blossoming from other seeds

Why then must a shroud be my horizon

why must the angel of death roost on my faithful shoulder

I will forge me a new season

Oh I must rise from anvils

strong as a blade of grass

strong as the gathering lava of patience

slowly raiding the shores of light

and love's unspelt thresholds

Listen my blood is my roof

do not go away

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