Let the baptismal waters drown this insubstantial
love and choke the complexities of my lostness.
Cleanse my spiritual palette and don
the insignificance of wayward wants
upon your crested waking.
Splash your drops of salvation, dampened perfection,
on this tired brow, furrowed from wrongdoing
and convince a soul, drawn in ink
of the erasable foes of night.