Martirij misli.
Sinje morje.
Siva ječa.
Vojak nabada misli obupne
na svoj bajonet
pod oknom.
Pardon. "O, nič."
Sigaretta.
Eine Edison.
Čujem sinje morje,
ki bije enakomerno
ob mojo lobanjo.
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