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Entanglement
Sometimes in the middle of the night
I am awakened – desperate and confused.
Was it an echo of her voice I heard
or just someone shouting in the street?
The subconscious and its pitiless reign
in nightmares when we sleep and dream.
Will we be haunted even after death
when we enter the dreamless world?
She has been waiting for me
– alone in a niche –
in a garden of remembrance
at the monument on the Magaliesberg.
When it’s time, I will go to her.
Interned together amongst
ornaments of oblivion.
Primordial elements entangled forever.