O dogmatiki,
o doktrinarji,
o čudni, prečudni kritiki,
o vi bledi otroci razuma!
A jaz krvavim
sredi srca
in ne vem, kaj se pravi živeti
sredi sivih cest, v praznem srcu bolest,
in predno izrečeš svojo besedo,
umreti.
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