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No one comes to worship at the derelict temple
Priests are long
gone, fluttered out of place and time, stone strewn
tossed about are the building blocks for
the forest mounting victorious triumph at
the summit
Earthen red dancers are here
there
anywhere
hidden somewhere watching rapacious red ant looting
in columns to be seen face up
Nagas broken holding together on the ground pei klat!
Watch no evil sprits but ones that glide seemlessly
Forktongued cousins are always with them
Pity these unbusy monsters
They only frighten me