Tinsel in the temple

As we walked towards the temple we saw tinsel. A woman and a girl were walking slowly into a movie camera.  Please sir,this way, says a clap boy.

Somebody near the monkey god says how old are you sir? Sixty six. And you sir? Monkey god smiles through his holy water as a camphor flame lights up his apple red monkey face, burnt by a sun fruit. We embrace flame to our eyes.

We are not old relative to our stories
All those that vanished only to return
Repeat cycles from never ending sky.


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