...In Hindsight - All Is Real Poem by Natasa Bajic

In hindsight - all is real.
Currently - left to the choice
Extremely unstable
Countless opportunities
All that -
A matter of inspiration
Of intuitive perversion
Of mental masturbation
A refugee of boredom
In the glory and honor
Of improvisation.
To pessimism tends
A sham - beware the trap
From a complete void
A proof is walking right before you
The reason is the only thing that is created.
The chaos of a confused uterus
Is serving vomits
Closing the tragedy of genius
In schizophrenia
Even madness is no privilege
Anymore
Solipsism is a model
For all your misconceptions
You're revolving in a circle
Those forces are alluring
I miss somebody
The truths are bitter
Phrased habits
Silences are more real
The clean is the same as the sacred
Farewell, your vanities,
Wounded conceits
Smooth conventions -
The crude dementias.

Translated by Ivan Bošković and Aleksandra Dragosavljević