THERE IS NOBODY THERE
Serpil Devrim

                              

the forest is buried in the dead drunkenness
in the dark of the night lengthwise
the unconscious majority with the feeling of foreboding
stagger at the roots of the mind where they take a stand

there is nobody there
there are nobodies there

while they dream with great difficulty
with centuries-old dogmas sanctified in their multi-leaf branches
without organic links they fall into the space
whose celestial correspondence is unknown


there is nobody there
there are nobodies there

when eternal explains everything
nothing the batman dresses in greens
without being able to realize the truth from its white
resigning sophistically with unexpected happiness

there is nobody there
there are nobodies there