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.
Discarded Recollections 