Jože Snoj: Nenadoma v velikem prostoru sami

 

 

 

                                                           Nasmeh ob tretji uri

 

                                                           na maškeradi

                                                           adventnih

                                                           oblakov

                                                           nastopa nekdo z

                                                           masko

                                                           brezčasno

 

                                                           za njim do zarje!

                                                           za njim do zmage!

                                                           (močno nam drsi ker ga oblaki rosijo)

                                                           a ne sme uiti iz

                                                           dvorane 

                                                           ne sme uiti iz

                                                           dvorane

 

                                                           na sonce ga damo

                                                           v našem osončju eno samo. na

                                                           sonce ga damo

 

                                                           je že razuden

                                                           je že na križu

                                                           bledo zmeden se

                                                           smehlja

                                                           obližu na

                                                           rani

                                                           na svoji

                                                           srčni strani

 

 

***

 

 

                                                           brezmadežni napor

 

                                                           čisto in nepokošeno

                                                           jutro. led

                                                           zori.

                                                           latje poševnega sonca

                                                           ga pomodreva in

                                                           lomi se

                                                           zamrznjena svetloba

                                                           dneva

 

                                                           tožba je veliko. kot

                                                           poči se koljejo

                                                           na vse strani

 

                                                           veliki suličar mraza

                                                           je v

                                                           središču leda. dolgo

                                                           brezupno prebada

                                                           vse nato vdano

                                                           vse

                                                           preseva

 

 

***

 

 

                                                           nevrotik

 

                                                           mene je samo

                                                           strah

                                                           verjemite

                                                           da sploh nisem

                                                           nesrečen

                                                           klinično sem

                                                           zdrav in tudi sicer neoporečen

 

                                                           nikoli mi ne pride recimo

                                                           sladkobno na misel

                                                           da se je

                                                           dan zataknil ali da je noč

                                                           obvisela

                                                           in ne trzam z glavo

                                                           spričo vzmeti ki se je v njem

                                                           v tem zataknjenem dnevu

                                                           do konca napela

                                                           in bo  -  boste

                                                           videli  -  bo nekoč

                                                           izskočila

 

                                                           to me skrbi

                                                           namreč če izskoči če se

                                                           izstreli

                                                           pa se bo  -  boste

                                                           videli  -  enkrat

                                                           izstrelila

 

                                                           kakšna bo šele potem

                                                           praznina če že

                                                           praznost

                                                           tako tišči? 

 

 

 

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