mystified
you i listen to
intently
consciously filing your pieces
carefully labeled
and marked
… to remember
me you listen to
absentmindedly
consciously dismissing my pieces
quickly labeled
and strewn
… not publishable

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waarvoor staan ek
op
waarteen staan ek
op
maak ek my mond oop
sonder geluid …
maak ek my mond oop
skreeuend …
is my stom gebaar
genoeg
of hoor hierdie mensdom
slegs geraas …
when the mind allows
the soul
to surrender
all it possibly can ..
willingly
when the soul allows
the aurora of another’s
to settle
proud, brilliantly
illuminating you to the core
unmistakable
Soms is die maan net
… te vol
Soms speel die wind net
… te knus
Soms sny die koue net
… te skerp
en
soms
huil die alfa wolf net te ver.
i see you standing
there
with your ego
at hand
ever ready
to mask
or
master
this conscious unconsciousness