Lumea indarat

bread

Azi noapte mintile m-au purtat pe un bob de grau,
un echilibru fragil, din ganduri sunt facuti ologii,
cautam sa m-asez intr-o albie de rau,
din inima orasului ma pandeau gafaind orologii.

Imi era frig de frunza verde si crusta aurie,
aluviuni cadeau din stropi sa interzica maine,
valuri treceau, nu-i loc de prins la mal in sihastrie,
am sa ma-ntorc de mi-o fi dat, tarziu, in vesnicia gustului de paine.

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