hoe dig 'n mens vanuit die denklose plek
daar waar dit net suiwer spontane metafoor is
wat roekeloos uit die keelgat lek
en in filigraan lettergrepe
stalaktities in oorbuise drup?
how
how
does one poetize from the thoughtless place
there
where it is only pure spontaneous metaphor
that
leaks recklessly from the throat
and
in filigree syllables
drips like stalactites in ears?
drips like stalactites in ears?
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