Insomnia/I

Özdemir İNCE

INSOMNIA/I

Then there are those asking about the inheritance: Terra Nova!
Now, it comes and goes all alone;
was mine, will not be mine

all the land a wind can visit.

Terra Nova: The body is a storm of applause for life,
Terra Nova: Existence is the ransom for absence,
known is the larva phase of the unknown.

Terra Nova: The pose of a mountain fountain,
Terra Nova: The look of a bee hive,
an assembly of all trees and grass,
the animal world close and far;

my hand longing for the warmth of a palm.

Terra Nova: Terra Incognita.
The New Land: The Unknown (piece of) Land
the clearest bundle I can remember:

The beginning hidden inside the end and a gift.

As an heir (I):
I will make a book out of ashes
and a palace out of all the cells sound passes through.

Translated by Şehnaz Tahir