Thanks, su
By Liam Murray
Bless this sky
Bless this tree
Bless this water
Bless Past-Me, for thinking
To place a bottle of it against this trunk for joy
Take this pure, crystal elixir
Now-Me
It has been boxed and concealed in
Toxic, single-use convenience
Divided from the source
For your possession
Future-Me
(A bastard of impurity, if there ever was)
Bless this mind
Bless this spirit
Bless this hope
Bless this Would-Be
I have placed outside time and space,
Reposed against the trunk of your existence
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Liam Murray is a translator, editor, and stalker of salaşlık, who has resided in Istanbul for around ten years. He is the Poetry Editor at the Bosphorus Review of Books. @doyouknowliammurray.
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