When words like breath with new life
do constantly come into the brain,
do bring something concrete to the dark passages
of the imagination
with a new glance at that which do exist
it is as if eternity is jerked open
from here and now
and notes are taken of the pas
as if can bring that which is nameless
to an own meaning.
© Gert Strydom
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