Long Train Ride
I might be ugly, but soon I'll be clean.
I have washed away all desire.
It went swirling down the drain.
All desire has been loosed from my frame.
Now each day stands before me like a freshly laundered shirt.
Now my desire roams the earth.
It is free. It is nebulous.
Sometimes it calls to me, but I don't have to answer.
I am clean. I am clean.
If you followed this desire where would it lead you?
It would be a long train ride to grandmother's house.
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