
BTW: the succession of poems has been titled "Living Outward Sins of Tribulation" or for Short "LOST"
Midst of dying sun and waking moon.
Silver purity to wash the blood of old,
To wash the sins of old.
Scattered fragments of memory, fading.
Fading to nothingness,
To perish.
Taketh the sins of me, of you
down, down to the depths.
The depths of nothing.
The depths of time.
Let their inflictions wash,
To cure without infection.
No complication.
Forgive thy and thee,
Never to cause or effect, again.
Only to cherish, not abuse.
If desire should fail and heavenly shower wane.
Then let I fade, Yes, I fade.
If amnesty denied, but penance given.
Thou accept.
Either mental or physical,
It shall be taken.
With full recognition of the cause.
As long as past acquit and future bright.
Let thy humble power wash away my shadow.
And left only new.