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Purify

Your waves
crash overhead
They cleanse me
they strip me

Of the filth

I cake onto

My face
and hands
without relent.

Your breeze

Fills my lungs
and pushes out

The smoke and

Ashes which

Fill me

To no end.
Your shaking

Unsettling me and

Knocks me to

The ground, where

I find myself

On hardwood

Varnished and

Dark.

Your fire

Descends on

My head

And pours

Through my veins And

 pulses through

my heart

rendering it

Once, Again,

Pure.