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JakuB Řehák / AURORA
What’s summer hiding striated zones of lights summer of pink fencing
a girl in swimming gear
with flaxen hair—she trembles beneath an unfinished aurora
she’s there with one dropped hand in the light of day
that twists her skin
unknowing that in the deeps a hand a forging hand is a red world
which turns the body inside out
the aurora sleeps above the former gate from which there is a gust of cold
green and yellow colour of the earth
the red hand is a fish
hot eel going through the milt hand with a blue eye flying ahead
towards the flood of the body, pressed alive working opening which colours the lips from which drips everything but water
a girl in swimming gear who speaks of skin abrased say what you want
the guardian girl locked you in the head you have to go through
the burning pink oven back
you’re dizzy you guess that wild beasts
she hides in your eyes
in eyes of terpentine in eyes of loose twilight
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