This stop isn’t it It’s not familiar See the sign in red Like a granular frog We’re only intruders In its ecosystem

This stop is the last one The path’s muddy, viscid Narrows down To a sunless forest Gulps visitors like swamps Roach-dark

This stop isn’t a beginning Of another stop It breaks oaths Clears fogs In one’s mind By doing so it kills The mind

We’ve not been here before This stop is bad omens Witchcraft It will lay hold Of what was left in us And us ever had

Poet: Ege Safi

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Edition: 15/15

Size: 3000*2000, 300dpi

Photographer: Haluk Safi