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Makara in Budapest Hungary

Poetry By: LyraHydraComa
Memoir



Makara

Age old Dust rises
As knees fall to earthen clay
Eyes focused closed in prayer
Prayer for water the quench of thirst
Hydration radiation maturation-
Sun a rise a savior for sin is unquestionable
Soft air soft hair a lair in Hungary
Moon reminds me of why I’m here.
Scapegoat not; Scapegoat known
Levantine! Green grass on this soil’s soul
Fill hearts with jeweled thoughts, expansive- like Saturn’s Rings
And take me; dutifully to Makara.
Aggregate earth frosted lost in time yet in time
Natures air baptizes Man as Laws demand
Here and bell rung lands and livestock wait in Makara.-©2013-penultimate/The God Literati


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Makara

Age old Dust rises

As knees fall to earthen clay

Eyes focused closed in prayer

Prayer for water the quench of thirst

Hydration radiation maturation-

Sun rising! a savior! as sin is unquestionable,

Soft air soft hair a lair in Hungary.

Moon reminds me of why I'm here.

Scapegoat not; Scapegoat known

Levantine! Green grass on this soil's soul

Fill hearts with jeweled thoughts, expansive- like Saturn's Rings

And take me; dutifully to Makara.

Aggregate earth frosted lost in time, yet in time

Natures air baptizes Man as Laws demand

Here and in bell rung lands as livestock trevails , in Makara.-©2013-penultimate/The God Literati





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