Words

our trace

here they are:

endless tracts awaiting reading

books, stories, words, our poems, our writing

our music;

then the names that ring with meaning

Tolstoy, Eliot, George, T.S, James, Henry and William, Andre

Chinua, Serote, Toni, Breytenbach and Kiran, Derrida

did not leave. Wittgenstein’s thought: this is just

as it is.

for each minute, a hundred words

for each word, a hundred minutes more

 

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