The drip drip drip of pure intention
As it runs from crown, to nape, to sacrum,
Making space upon its topographical journey from above to below,
Taking with it a toxicity of physical and psychological proportions.
Rid me of the weight of existential excruciation.
Grant me lightness of mind and heart that come with your ritualistic purification.
Seep into my soul as you dance upon my skin,
Rolling hither and thither,
Only to submit to the great pull and fall to earth,
Removing the day's demons down the drain.
I watch the counterclockwise swirling of pooled droplets formed beneath my feet.
Wishing myself to be taken by the whirlpool,
To find myself in perpetual motion never again to exact will, permit impurity, sully my soul,
But to remain infinitely immaculate in the warm hold of the eternal watery abyss.
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