Antilliaanse Cahiers. Jaargang 1-2

[p. 42]

A dreadful dream

In a dreadful dream last night
ninety-nine heavens
fell on me
and in the crash I viewed
the secret of the marvelous magnitude
of angels
they were earthly creatures
dressed in white
with wings
infinite feathered thoughts
in human brains flying
in sourmilky clouds of godly grace

Each wave was structured in the wind
of some sane sage
as has not the earth
this day
dreadful grace
in cradles of eternal moments
those philosophers believe in
moments of darkblue and transparent
clearly grey and light
were one
and not a word we say was true
in this other world

[p. 43]

 

No words were whispered

 

or thought

 

for words were not

 

and men were not

 

energy and physiology I saw

 

were psychologie myths

 

and merely meant to foster me

 

and thee in

 

weathered wombs ignored of thought