A Somber Afternoon
[this poem] will be
Construction of performance.
[this line is censored]
Any given day. The metric has twelve hours left.
We must disavow any unpleasant feelings and attribute them to others.
[this line will be an ongoing re-contextualization]
Only this morning I slept too long too long I slept; to sleep I went too long.This is alone-day, moon-day. After sunnudagur: Luna. Latherday.
[this line is transparent]
[this line is mirroring your ego]
The light reflection.There will be no pause.
[this line is a thread closing the wounded heart]
[this line is corrupt]
the last story is split in two and after the first appropriation: the “I” hunts the “I”.
[this line is read by you]
Freke Räihä - fragments from [title missing]
Moria Books, 2016.