Washed

Washing was then,
but cleansing is now.
Retrospectively the sacred
is manifestly real
and become what it is.

Another way here is an illusion.
Choices were never chosen,
the schemas were limited
and there is no blame.

The disease was not your own.

But water has another aspect.

It will deal with its own and return to its purpose.

Poison was in the blood,
Sickness in corrupted veins
from the first,
but born to it.

No syringe can swap the liquids
but take the antidote anyway.