Ek stap deur die swart strate van my siel
Deur spookmotors verniel
Begeerte van gedagtes jaag na binne
En laat swart merke op my sinne
Verlate geboue van ‘wat kon wees’
Lê soos swart rubber op my gees
En ruines van kastele gelaat
En diep slote op my siel gelaat
By die dobbelhuise kuier ek
Met ‘n goue sleutel vir sy bek
Met die kerke wis ek fout
Al laat my verskonings my koud
Kan ek verder as vandag gaan
My weg deur nog ruines en bakens baan
‘n blik in my toekoms in
of begin dit weer by die begin?
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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