If sterilisation
I do need
it would not
be my outer skin
but the toxins
that dwell within-
the past too often
is an instrument
of suction
it accumulates
dirt, debris, soot, dust
of every description--

yet
this would hardly
a therapeutic solution be
unless
I first clean up
the fested room
of my mind
remove
the stubborn chaos
of my heart
where doom
and gloom
sticks* their claim
and refuse
to part-

i would then
grow
to know
that self-realisation
would be my
salvation
and my life-saving
sterilisation