Poems and stuff by Maté Jarai…
Poems and stuff by Maté Jarai…

…what is this?

It transends always

distorted by distance

and time.

That is why it comes in many forms

and only the wise

see it.

It is deemed in ways

it should not be

but that is not your fault

nor mine.

It is the fault of

others.

Others long dead

but still in control.

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