Om Die Gees

Die omhelsing van die gees
maak dae vry.
Dae trek net terug

van eensaamheid
wat nadenke belemmer.
Om te laat gaan —

’n tyd om te rus.
Ledigheid dien nie.
Eindelose duisternis sluk,

Swael daarbo
met lig
wat sag is.

Asher Chipu
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