hallways have always been the hardest to leave, rooms were okay

i i need to draw a map of my mind to see stars on the ceiling lighting up in my head constellations i should trace the incandescent skews so i could dissever every string of thought leading up to you with a snip and a snap puff i should exclaim dust to think of night-bruised arms with some help from sun-smudged eyes sweeping over bread crumbs shining on pathways extract hunger as salvation pull the sinews and snip snip away with a swift movement of two fingers, imagine oaks Not A bed clamber up to the branch ends plucking the leaves lustrous imagine willows clamber down to the branch ends cleaving envious under glass hands follow adrift the serpentine stream to the thirst of you respire, glaciate it dead still i’ve waited too long for it to evanesce bite it cracked salt and with it my skull ii i need to mark you down across the vibration of your ghost notes trap them between palms until they ricochet enough times to break their own wings beyond exhibition beyond restoration spit jokes now swallowed whole to the mirror, focus on my laugh to see at which points it mimics the clinking of your keys pull my vocal cords out down to their knotted shrieks write some other music on them tuck them back in, damned staff inhale a balloon-dry mouth, rarefied breath, stale love, hungry heart, ethanol circle where air hits inside punch holes through them in the size of cotton balls eaten by forceps no more forgiving than your clenched jaws picture clouds condensed into what will become of us blink like your camera on them until i am blind you can shine the city now light the city now on fire and i will follow the smoke i should bury my nose in the soot, ashes, teeth, and toasts smell all there is burnt so the sparks speak ticks and i pursue so i could clench with you the chase of echoes so this is where all sudden all too sudden flushes of skin rose from and erupt i should drown every little fish your mouth spoke of. give me a scalpel before my scalp melts into my brain and clots into am(remem)ber and in it you iii - iv hallways have always been the hardest to leave, rooms were okay hallways have always been the hardest to leave, rooms were okay v i would never ... created by Gamze S. Saymaz, in collaboration with bodyinperform, as part of project "Liber de Causis" designed and managed by Ayça Ceylan & executed by Serra Rodoplu ...