(des)[fi]gur{[a]re}

musca din senzatie
cu muschii-ncordati
si falcile meschine
ca doar zi si noapte
poate fi atunci
cand fulgii vin
se duc si trec
de undeva se pierd
in sunete si sparg
cu coatele-ndoite
goale sticle fara voci
dinamita cetatuilor din vai
ascunse de taigale chele
in freamatul uitarii
gerurilor ahtiate
de-o foame prapadita
care nu se duce
nici cu verdele trecut
prin pala acuarelelor
de toamna.

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