[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]

Elusive;

[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] 


[applause]


Freke Räihä - fragments from [title missing]

Moria Books, 2016.

 

A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
A Somber Afternoon {the act of construction]
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