I'm Listening

I'm listening

I'm listening

The noise of your eyes

Sounds dripping from your pores

Between the blue lines of your breasts

The whispers of trembling children

In the blink of an eye

Emigrated from city to city

Camped there

Where there is no weather

The tree is empty of birds

Babies can't sleep

Nothing happens

Things have changed

Messengers come and go without saying

God's settlements have never been so desolate

Now you will come

You will see

Time,

Where it has exploded from

Get her on her way

How easy is how difficult

Putting commands on these hours

Who took the opportunity to pick up speed

Suddenly

Went to other settlements

In a pile of burnt ashes

Consolations are lying face down

On the dry branches of Amaltas

Pieces of patience are hanging

Have changed into parts

Endless continuity of desires

Have collapsed

Lions of thorny hopes within

Seeing them

You will remember

How cruel the illusions of relationships are

There are so many types it's hard to say

Which are broken

So not a single one of them screams

The whole world is shattered

In the circulating blood

Ice nails fall

As if the whole body had arrived

Under a rebellious wind

And one by one

All the joints of the bones are opening

All the pores are scattering

Falling down

We are on these fours

Where only the seeds of dreams are sown

And in the name of the harvest

Memory torments grow

Like we are the product of a great Hajj

Life expectancy is long

Suffering is more alive than the awakened eyes of the enemy

On your shoulders

There are flaws in your breath

and I

I am tired of running in my own sleep