pilgrimage through far mountains

Family gravestones seem
So cool, even in this heat
Glistening with dew.

Ladle of water,
Wash away these worldly sins,
Make me clean again.

Mountain pilgrimage,
A thousand-thousand steps up,
Like unending dreams.

I take strange comfort,
In my slumbering god-ghosts,
Dreaming of this land,
From their little demimondes,
Nestled deep in mossy homes.


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