Worship

We would see the priest dance
A camphor’s flame around God

Lighting our God’s smiling face
And the bell would ring hollow

And a fragrance of God’s smile
Would rise on camphor’s death.

Our God would smile in hollow
From metallic variations of bell

To the dying flame of oil lamp,
A falling fever of bell’s tongue.

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