• The Pure Infant / by Omer Toledano

    It has become contaminated
    Trying to push back the dirt
    I cleanse myself
    Almost like an infant
    On the day of its birth
    Not a spec of dust
    Or pollution
    Clean
    Pure
    No past
    Just dirt awaiting to latch on
    I re-awaken
    Only to find pollution
    And I weep silently
    Like a baby
    I long to find my way again
    To be in the place
    To be pure
    To be timeless
    Without a spec of dust
    Without the dirt
    Thrust upon me by time
    There I remain
    For you
    To come back

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