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nedjelja, 14.05.2006.

WE SHALL OVERCOME

i grant you a host of ever distant plains,
quicksand hiding under barren space,
i grant it framed with cuts of hostile time,
to frame your reach, framing you a mime.
i grant you blinded by the sight of hope,
i grant you fastened with an inborn rope.
i grant you not one limit
to rest or to fear inhibit.
i grant you all of these,
far, far less then i grant the bees.
i grant you this spell i am granted too,
still some joy when you fertilize ‘in situ’.
when you die without me ever spotting,
sure you’ll know my grants ment nothing.
by your birth you granted this endless one of things,
trace of sparks lit by friction of your free and fragile wings.
by your sways you granted you to be the only king,
the king of wind, swirling with the grants of nothing.
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