Thick Consistency
i lost the mountains behind me the seas on my horizon
the animals i slept and woke with
it was as if the main river flowing out of me stopped
i lived as if nothing happened. with a joyous spirit that passed
through the world
i laughed for the very last time
green grass touched my feet. a sky full of white clouds
walked over me. between the two i slept
all this is now a sorrowful sentence in a romani song
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Birhan Keskin
Earthly Conditions
World Poetry 2025
