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Lubomír Tomik

the door is closed,

we jump like balls down the stairs

step step step and one more

the spider inside the head weaves the strangest nets,

if he’s not

if he’s not

if he is not

is not

because the balloons blew him away like a sheet of paper on the way down the stairs,

clean and undescribed,

it’s all of us we keep flying through the time someone took from us,

we are heading for silence what someone gave us

next days before dark, before dawn time

measured by a trap of eyelids and we bite into each other,

every wink is every swallow

the air tastes,

like light through the darkness we will fill ourselves,

feast,

hour,

minute,

second

YOU

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,,Mág“

Ten druhý.

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