Septembrski hlad.
Jutro. Malo nebo.
Mrtve oči.
Starci.
Slepci.
Sivo jezero onemoglosti.
Mrtvi srd.
V oktavah se vzpenjam
nad lastno bolest,
zmgoslavno pojoč:
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