Immaculate

let us cleanse ourselves of selfishness and greed

let us rid ourselves of attachment and of need

summon strength

to stay awake,

to deny the urge to weep;

no nightmare permitted in our sleep

no dirt or filth may stick,

acknowledged and observed;

a dialectic cliff known as the learning curve

within, without

we cleanse ourselves

of all that we look upon with disgust;

perfection is all we can

ever hope to trust

our nature is villainous

our ambitions, treason

suffering blooms in every season

rise impassioned,

assuming reason,

starved for blood

and accountability;

let us cleanse ourselves of our humanity

until the shadows flee away

and come the day when at last we see

order out of chaos

and the death of history