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Touching the Tabernacle
These thoughts are draining,
Elements that swirl around the vortex
In a maelstrom that only knows successions
Of Use,
Discard,
And treatment.
These realizations wash over me
Deterging away the guilt and blame,
Expiation of my hands,
Desperately trying to seek an absolution,
Grasping at catharsis that is found
Only to be lost too easily to the basin.
The pipes plug too often
In this house,
And the water sits polluted
For me to take a solid look
At the things that are never concrete.
Elements that swirl around the vortex
In a maelstrom that only knows successions
Of Use,
Discard,
And treatment.
These realizations wash over me
Deterging away the guilt and blame,
Expiation of my hands,
Desperately trying to seek an absolution,
Grasping at catharsis that is found
Only to be lost too easily to the basin.
The pipes plug too often
In this house,
And the water sits polluted
For me to take a solid look
At the things that are never concrete.
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