Nurduran Duman - SEMI CIRCLE

To search for that lost line
with a cursed life
I traded myself
from salt I have built walls to the sea
one step to my house with two rooms

I became destitute engraving true castles
I buried death in my right eye
I couldn’t fit my living into the earth

I drank from the magic water, I swam…
so my mind is blurred

To write that lost line
I got even with a cursed love
I became deformed midnights
I made love to the cesspool of words

I wove relationships cotton thread
I didn’t break whoever I drew, I drew apart
whoever I touch is wounded

above a half circle
I passed inland seas of love

and so my one side always split

Translated by Andrew Wessels