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Healed in the water
as it washed away
my spiritual pains
it
trick-
trick-
trick-
trickled
first along, then shorter.
In cleansing, curing waves
purifying the blood within my
veins. That baptism of a cat-
aclysmic flood. Made
those days of dried
on dirt feel almost
false, incoherent,
fickle. For, I have
been saved by
basking in a
tsunami
of good.
I used to think
that liquid purification
was only applicable to petals,
flowers, buds. But, after I
had become like
liquid I
went on to
traverse
the roots
under
-neath
glorious
gardens
into newly
germin
-ating
bulbs.
Now, I stand tall alongside great cedars and oaks
with their saplings.
Because, from the water; I became wood.

© poormansdreams

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