I enter my lost forest
Where I see some settlements
That cannot be identified
There is nothing in them for darkness and light
They are filled with boredom and moss
With color and curtains
I can do nothing for those
Who did not need to be saved
I am in my ways
Ancient metal, painting, or symbol
Entering my primitive form
I keep myself for tomorrow
I am full to the end and also empty
The person whose defeat I left behind
And those who are not visible in the distance
The child and the old man, standing at the end
They knock, "Now you must open the door..."
I slide and remove a stone
I hear some sounds from deep wells
As if something is striking me
I am a stone shining in its primitive form
I do not bear witness for myself I say
I am in all that I was removed from
I am in the wood, cut with saws
and taking new shapes
Look for me in the streets
where you left me
I am not dead
still the same radiance
and full of the ability to take shape
I was thrown into God's dirty drain
Not a twig, a straw, or a drop of blood
who has reached nowhere
who has only lost and lost
Or I am not what I wanted to be
or who was killed
This is me, holding myself before you.
I am a primitive word
away from the world of myths and unrealities
I am not at all afraid of my collapse and death
I may have been brought or left
I may have been abandoned or caressed
But I have planted roots
When a tree has grown so large that
my hands cannot reach my knees
I have cut it down with an axe
And this is what it says, I come to realize that
life cannot be devoid of logic
Continue.
We cannot live like that
in a defensive posture.
Because the weapon that kills us
is not a sword or a spear
We must look at the wounded existence
that raced on the track of thoughts
that could not be killed
Ultimately, the forests we do not want to leave
will remain with us
they will flourish
I am that primitive animal, that primitive witness
that is killed again and again
I could not return from those burning settlements
that said in defeated letters
that I did not die for desires
but for the inability to recognize myself
Ultimately, we cannot come out
Our wars are like those of a defeated warrior
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