May 13, 2019Poem
Nothing is clean
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Nothing is clean
No matter the rain
There is dust
Washing never ends
Accumulation is irreversible
Spick and span
A metaphor for
The effort it will take
To scrub away
Residual guilt
At the discomfort of filth
Ground into every surface
To have been
Wiped clean of our spillage.
Genuflection is a disease
Of the knees
Worship an act of forgiveness
The moon tips
A nod to the sun
Out of respect for the dying
Of a million stars
Darkness has more potential
Than an absence of light
Without a mistake
Getting it right
Would be meaningless
No one is perfect
Saints are sinners too
It is what makes them human