Snaps of illness

Responsible for misfortune
Called for the suffering
Praying the deamons
Save from death.

Faith rooted in stars
Places forget our name
From churches to temples
Cities rise and vanish.

Come as a wind
lift up the dust
Rattle the reflection
For no one to look.

Foot out the door
cold wrists in sleeves
vision blurred
A deer ran across.

Towards the mountain
upwards it takes
from toe to head
A price to pay.

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