ghost festival

you do not want for me

you have not looked my way,

in my direction, for months.

you have not yielded your lantern eyes,

like lotus lights

sent down stream

once guiding this lost soul,

this forgotten antiquity.

the ghost festival is now darkened.

your wick unkept and globe sooty

from heavy use .

you tired

of all your bright burning

and of me.

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