So
unexpected suddenly as if from nowhere they appear the mongs are wearing fire colored gowns
their face is friendly but determined hidden behind lacquered masks
painted black and white they're having the shape of four-bit dimensional skulls
quickly and nimbly they are moving forward topping dexterously growing their legs like
gaugeless gestures so high up into the air each of them is armoured with a short and even piece
remarkably resembling ancient worn on washing boards polished by the years of use they
brandish them like swords or sticks ready to strike ritually this is the day of the remaining dead
so
some of these skulls have been forgotten some have simply been ignored
these remnants without growing hunger must be exercised shall be removed
this ritual always commences without warning suddenly
therefore i cannot be assigned to a certain date or time it gravitates to a never-ending
follow a chain of events a special spiritual feature inherent in every one of them
a monster approaching spinning on their own axis as they dance and sing
and hitting every person present so hard between the shoulder blades
so everyone here is dragging
invisible appendages
so
and driven through the western gate out of the monastery in the direction of the setting sun
this is
which
must be exercised
we celebrate
the explosion or rebuke
of the spirits which have
unintendedly been dragged along
somehow it goes to be forgotten
till nothing's been ignored
these remnants with a growing hunger
must be exercised
to be revoked
today we celebrate
the explosion or rebuke
of the spirits which have
unintendedly been dragged along
somehow it goes to be forgotten
till nothing's been ignored
these remnants with a growing hunger
must be exercised
to be revoked
on this day
the explosion or rebuke
of the spirits which have
unintendedly been dragged along
somehow it goes to be forgotten
till nothing's been ignored