orologiu

si-n noptile senine cu scanteietor
sol instelat pe ceru-nmiresmat
de sclipiri ce flutura-n amintiri
pana nu demult vii, acum apuse
la ceas timpuriu al zorilor moi
de roua plini si-a ochilor
rosii de nesomn rosi de neodihna
serilor prelungi se-aduna mister
laolalta-n bolul cu nectar
de cuvinte care plang si-si cer
dreptatea sangelui lor cald
mereu si-acum si rece c-o
fermitate-n curgerea lui prin
venele apoteoticelor brate care
gem a disperare vie de
moartea ce traieste pretutindeni
si-n haine despuiate de vara
taifasuirilor desfrante curma
suferinti pe sosele care cata
indelung un cer cu soare
plin in toata degajarea norilor
suavi ce-apasa calitatea orelor
petrecute la-naltimea capitalei
celei noi…

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