Martirij misli.
Sinje morje.
Siva jeca.
Vojak nabada misli obupne
na svoj bajonet
pred oknom.
Pardon. »O, nic.«
Sigaretta.
Eine Edison.
Cujem sinje morje,
ki bije enakomerno
ob mojo lobanjo.
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