I remain like a glass sphere in all this chaos.
Not the slightest movement.
I sewed a robe from the sky
dark as diamond, bright as coal
and opened the door to my self.
In the corporeal castle's dungeon
is a tunnel to the light.
The well inside me: a tower.
To scale it, my struggle.
Why do I memorize so many stories?
Telling is the contract of knowing.
Where does it lead - the path inside you?
Time is everywhere!
I try to understand how activity of bodies,
and disembodiment can fold themselves
into existence with a weary will.
I used to be there in the skies! Setting out
on my paths to learn eternity by rote
and I was so well, then. Close to flight,
the Tree of Life lent me a branch
before evil learned me inch by inch, by heart.
I wanted to believe in reason.
But it became an axe, evil personified as
human, it memorized my every part.
I remain like a glass sphere, yes, a little
motionless. But there is always light!
A tunnel, and new paths
waiting to be trodden. I hear
that pleasant voice, of reality,
as visions crack open the doors,
lifting me up from ash, from the well,
towards the day.
I suit well the skies!
Stanza 1: Caroline Stockford, Bristol, May 2020
Stanza 2: İlhan Sami Çomak, Silivri Prison, Istanbul, July 2020
Translated from Turkish by Caroline Stockford