Baptism
As the hardness of the ice runs smooth,
my inner body begins to move.
The concrete beliefs shutter
into a divine melody.
A once contracted monotone
is now in a polyphonic harmony.
Cracking and releasing
Truth runs clear,
passing in waves and flipping streams.
All is one in this fluid dream.
A love song and a bath,
no longer any wrath.
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