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A Cleansing Passage
an open comfort, without boundaries
embraces us with a wink,
unhurried invitation to a new abode . . .
fresh ripples bathe an old time,
washing away the filth
of a once-insatiable appetite,
now fed and satisfied
by a simply knowing smile . . .
an awakening to new senses
seems almost effortless now--
all mysteries dissipate,
crumble in a single delicate touch,
no longer able to find
any shelter
for disbelief . . . |