The Last Prague Fractal by Sasha Skenderija


Uploaded by strindbergrex on 11.11.2008

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From “Like a Fragile Index of the World,” poet Sasha Skenderija reads “Untitled”
>> Skenderija: No title
To stay different, never to be like them.
Because, as always, the worst is behind us.
So, here I am now:
after the fifth morning cigarette, I start sweating;
after the tenth, I literally faint.
Everything is a matter of faith, hope, and love.
And, of course, of iron lungs.
That's the Freedom I always have been dreaming of.
Now I can finally see it all around me,
for the taking, like a confection.
The time has come to drop everything that is superfluous.
Because the worst, as always,
is yet to come.
Until then,
I slide my hands into my pockets,
I hit the street
cheering myself up
cheering
myself
up
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