A box on a canvas,
another box
inside that box making
exactly half of forty-five degree angle with the first one,
and so on…
Black for the outermost square, dark brown after that,
and the pattern ends with vibrant red.
A flower
a sunset
a cry for redemption.
Forgive the broken glass…I have done wrongs of a longing night.
The drug is entering the blood,
the numbness of this dark silence…
I have been thrown at a fever…there’s light,
there’s light somewhere.
Art is always a fight with addiction.
A poison…a bone chilling killer.
My brain is half dead and the other part is going perpendicular with a smudge of a feeling.

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Photograph: A. Cemal Ekin.