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Kobus Moolman
Broken jars of sleep
Broken jars of sleep
Broken jars of sleep.
The expensive shadow a mouth carries
between bedrooms.
Seven waves.
A mule dragging a cold wind
over ice.
Two silences: one
outside the entrance to the past,
the other deep within.
The expensive shadow a mouth carries
between bedrooms.
Seven waves.
A mule dragging a cold wind
over ice.
Two silences: one
outside the entrance to the past,
the other deep within.
© 2013, Kobus Moolman
From: Left Over
Publisher: Dye Hard Press, Johannesburg
From: Left Over
Publisher: Dye Hard Press, Johannesburg
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Broken jars of sleep
Broken jars of sleep.The expensive shadow a mouth carries
between bedrooms.
Seven waves.
A mule dragging a cold wind
over ice.
Two silences: one
outside the entrance to the past,
the other deep within.
From: Left Over
Broken jars of sleep
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