Confined within these walls
wanting to break free
trying to scratch my way out
...
Only fools live in the future
only the regretful
live in the past
...
Rapid eye movement
blood rushing through my veins
my arteries,
aorta
...
the book of things not said
or not said loud enough
is filled with
"do not go''s
...
I can feel the colour of you
my brush can depict your face
my pencil the out-lines of your being
...
As a rule
I never wrote about you
it seemed wrong
too confining
...
dis 'n vreemde gevoel
'n onbeskryflike woordelose gewroeg
om te probeer verduidelik.
...
I do not love you except that I love you
Neruda had the strange phrase down to pat
I do not love you
But I do?
...
organising is supposed to help
bring on the calm
so, here I am
...