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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