O these ancient ways
Add substance to emptied out
Postmodern worlds! These
Surreal rituals;
These sumptuous hymns;
These sacred icons invoke
Rich celebrations;
These light wooden lanterns on
Long canes are raised high
Into evening skies; laughter
Of children as they
Join the parade through dark streets.
O this festival
Of dreams warms all of our hearts!
In these brief moments,
Eternity radiates.
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