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У дрхтају мом тек ме једно мучи:
та бесконачност линијâ и правâ,
и звоно које непрекидно хучи,
ко сата бат да вечност откуцава.

Изгледа ми да после смрти тако
с надом у васкрс која мучи стравно,
поглед је напет под околним мраком,
сусрете тражећ познате одавно.

Но океаном првобитне магле
гласова нема, ни зелене траве,
углови само, ромб, и коцке нагле,
и непрекидно зло оне звоњаве.

О кад би што пре сан што вечност носи!
Отићи ваља на дан помирења
ка песку жутом мора седокосих
памтити мрке хриди, мир камења.

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