i'd gone, was fair of face and hair, a handful
of water, handful of sand, a handful...
moon, desiccated, in my hand it was, fair
desert tulip, my tongue is dry... treachery

it burns my mouth, Our Lord, enough
have i dragged myself along this road to the crosses!
my feet all bloody, i stink inside of myrrh
and misery... i'm in the deserts, terrified

in that carrion light and corpulent night
i grew up in a Gospel and in a dwarf
grew tall; in a horrid Golgotha, or wretched
istanbul, makes no difference; in my diamond eyes
i stood still as a statue, he said "kiss me Hilmi and forget me"
my dear friends they were: Jesus the Messiah and Treachery...