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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lucia Cherciu

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A Passageway at the Asylum

Van Gogh painted wherever he was,
not worrying about food or abode,
disregarded poverty
and rumbling sounds,
slogged away
in the cold of his room;

instead, he decorated
with iridescent reds, purples,
intense blues of irises—
even when painting in the asylum
with its square lines, constricting
perspective, misleading sense of depth
masking the frames within frames
within the bile green of fear collapsing.