Stained to lavabo
Hands lathered
Unreluctant celebrant
Ineluctable cleanliness
Pleasant scent as of meadowed heaven
Septuagint abeyant, bathing my hands
Mouthing Psalm twenty five
I will wash my hands in innocence
O Lord so will compass altar thine
I will be altered by it
Change in the truly compliant
Miracle upon belief reliant.
Sighing in the corridor, in the hall
Today has been trying, I am sawn
Yet smiling defiant thereof.
Shivering, add another log to the fire
Which higher state attains
Such stress felt lately as pains physically, and now faint
In fist a whiskey tumbler
Jameson in dirty crystal
Drinking not to slake but stay shaking hand
Tossing back, liver xanthous-painted
Soon it is so hot my glasses fog.
Long awaiting signs
Symbols one favoured might descry
Odin eye learned, in sky’s turn discern’d
Shriven before God thy shoes remove
Custom mentioned by John Chrysostom.
Alchemisland 
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