The killer of my flesh, Pegasus, hot as a pomegranate; grumpy, enraged (his tongue is of mythomania, forged in flames)
The judge of the dark night sits upon him, boldly taking the shape of his face
“Cheese and Wolves” fills the celestial body of the moon
…And from far away,
The deer longing for its whip
Dresses in the hat of a dead man
The infinite, bright, rebellious soul
Softly enters within…
The killer of my flesh, Pegasus, turns into an old master
Presenting his servant’s chains with large roses / Golden sun rains upon my blood-stained hair
Poseidon tears my chest apart. My dark room…
The priest at my door took the key from my wall. Together we cried for the buried city
He cried out, looking into my eyes: “Child; the true issue lies in feeling the Deluge within your heart!”
A storm… Lanterns dim… Earth falls from the mountains
The agony where darkness and light merge! Our body ran with David
We slept upon the cross. Nourished by our mother as if we were her own
…Above us, the heavenly dome
The night rears up
Our flesh piled up in flames
The Last Angel appeared, after the Deluge…
Författare: Binnaz Deniz YILDIZ