Angel water, flower bloom
Insects feast on that tangy nectar all afternoon
The winds calm down to knot tying the air to the water
A spider climbs up a reed thwarted
with envy in it's legs as the other spider rapidly runs
across the surface gracefully one with it
The Emperors stick flowering from out of the jungles dark corner
A piece of your face through those fronds looming as the hornet
through that flower, pink and inquisitive and boisterous
The humming bird moving to our voices
vanishing back into the jungle
Sacred bath cleansing every nerve stretched and stressed
It's not just gravity that keeps us down in the progress
This water from the jungle, let it bless you completely
Spare you, your thousand vices and false truths you see
Let each drop turn you around and take it's toll
No matter how corrupt your own soul!
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