Varga Borbála
speed
if i think of you
i will never see your face
we need a road of each
to give us empty space
bursting across the sky
of my own every fame
i might touch you and don’t
even ask your name
inventing up you i and god
it’s a knot impossible
beginning of endless questions
of who am i? who are you?
what is this for?
is tempting to find
definitions, divide
the one and only
core

i want to play
and thus obey:
forgetting all in higher score
i’m surely though
be finding you
the game is more.
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