hello, once more
ah, what do you go by again?
alas
i should recall
but time does fly
between your late visits
to the depths of my soul
cleanse me
refresh me
give me insight
give me purpose
O wash over me, the
whole of my Self
and O become me this
wretch, O this whelp
i beg thee to,
impore thee too,
to reach into my core
and remove the
spoiled milk and
the molded leftovers
replentish me
refresh me
and make me shine anew
i want a gasp
and smile
(of glee)
when new people
have a gander
at what's inside of me