CRINA PRIDA

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]

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.