Rumena luč
lije v sivino mraku.
Oko
strmi skozi okna prevelika.
V rahle pajčolane zvit
pleše v sobi dim.
Šepet iz trudnih usten
iz ozadja pri šahu,
jaz pa se čudim,
da še živim.
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