BUDAPEST VISIT
The hotel
nodded you in
your name
on a passport
from a registry
in a pre war family
of anonymity
visiting by Monday.
on a parting first shadow
by Monday,
covered with no many lives
in a labyrinth
of rivers of exile's blood
yet yearn to survive
awakening like angels
in a rising flood of memory
once cursed is alive.
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