bunu bi yere başvuru metni olarak yolluyorum çünkü cidden düz cümleler asabımı bozuyor, bari şiir halde dursun, başkalarının da asabını bozsun .p cümle kendini bu noktaya getirdi, cidden benim şuçum değil, düz cümlenin suçu..

The city breathes, screaming into itself.

-I have seen

Echoes linger in hidden corners— are pink.

Colors fade, then recall their first forms;

thus, they remain- yes I feel.

The roots are tightly bound below, yet I rise toward their depths.

Everything is tied to the city, 

-but they say it is free.

A techno rhythm hums—yes, yes, you heard it right.

from distant, or perhaps only in your mind.

The grey-wall cracks; we’d like to think a rainbow did it,

but such things bloom only in some dream.

It was a dim light, neighbor,

or perhaps the truth of our captivity, cool as a winking secret.

They think the city is silent,

but with every step, it tells me its harshness,

like sweat dripping from the body of a shattered tale.

Calmistery.

Is there peace within chaos

that exists between the city and the dream?

And yet, I shall conjure reality into being,

in the cities I've been.