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The Inheritor
written by: Kubilay Akman
Category:
vertical paths, helical holes,
the hope slides
through the posing riddle
I have inherited
me, wanderer
inheritor of lost ages
continents, far climates
there are thousands of aglow boxes
where I have put
my inheritance
from the ancestors with feast masks
in shadow
in tremor
do not force me to speak
in your ancient language
that even my spiritual genes have forgotten
how to speak
although my soul understand
each word of your scary tales
do not force me to speak
if I could do
I would tell you news from cursed days and nights
when your grandchildren
imprisoned
your invaluable heritage
in shining boxes
but inside of them
it is obscure
like our forgetting
like betrayal
send me all smashing demons of your lost age
crash me
confound me
confound me
I could not save
your heritage
out of these shining boxes
winking lights of TVs are lightening our way
our impedimenta
your heritage is so heavy
for our feeble shoulders
me, cursed grandchild of lost ages
accept my penalty without hesitation
burn my heart
that is burned everyday by TV commercials
our age
the sacrificial altar
offered to the gods of a huge spectacle
our age with wounds
in time
time is bleeding to die
we are murderers of time
and after this, we can get our immortal lives
in a commercial, eternal...
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