The voice began with some echo
First between the narrow space
somewhere the world couldn't see
Was the will to clean
Yet just got dirty
The voice lifted off
whatever part was touched
Was brought to life from a state of neutrality
From a voice that bent the ear
To a sense of impending bliss
Water came down
over shoulders and hair
Soap and shampoo
A warmth in the water
That tranquilized the troubled mind
Until the body gave itself over
The last vestiges of resistance
washed away and melted by the warmth
And the special flow
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