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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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