Lije se v dež
in bije v srca,
ki so kot modro
železo v plavžih,
lije, bije
v srca zaprta.
Maske pojo,
skrile so grozo
orgij vase –
in se razbegnile
v modrem blisku
pred grozo polnočno.
Kajti opolnoči
prišlo je razodetje,
da so le maske,
maske, maske.
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