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Water falls on my thirsty skin
Like rain on a dry riverbed
My hands are eager
to take the journey
but I wait and let the water go ahead
Trickling down my shoulders
hugging every bend
seeking out the places
where my travels will end
And this ritual feels
so new today
Washing the old me away
And the water circles round
circles round
circles round new terrain
The old me circles down
circles down
circles down the shower drain
Soapy fingers on a *** tour
head south to explore a new land
they slide down my belly
eager for changes
never felt before with my hands
folds upon the landscape
and a newly fashioned mound
a railroad of stitches
to a paradise found
and the water circles round
circles round
circles round new terrian
the old me circles down
circles down
circles down the shower drain
water
turn me
into puddles and wetlands
and channels and rapids
of water
learn me
find my valley and chasm
and harbor and hollow
I'm a natural park
with a river you can follow
to a shrine of glory
with a baptismal font
formed by years and years
and years and years of want
Here I stand, a new found me
I saw in a Thailand dream
the nurse asks
"Do you feel pain?"
and my tears begin to flow into the stream
water
drips off all the things it should
and all I say is,
"No,"
"I feel good."
And my mind circles round
circles round
as the old me goes down the drain
and my heart circles round
and round
and round
and round
and round
new terrain
as the world goes round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
the new me