Run!
Take shelter for it comes
To hammer down on limbs,
Made immobile
For their breaths of fire
Extinguished in a flick.
And here it comes to undo
What built towers of peroxide.
In streams running down
Amongst ridges of powdered visage.
Strike it does,
Making bridge and bone of metal
Age quicker in a day
Than a year.
Wash
Away, away,
Floating, the junk
of needless wants.
But happy, happy shower
Sprinkle with life
Each drop.
To grow, to start;
And a million green hands
Take graciously from the sky.
Wash, with gentle strength
The backs and brows
Of those who toil
Whose hairs adorned with beads
Of sweat,
And faces lined
With living.
And the world is anew.
And the world is now fresh.
Cleansed from material desire.
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