I wash the world from my body.  Thick in its desires, its wants and needs.  Heavy with grief and suffering.  I try to purge myself of the violence and greed and the fascination with death and dying.  

I shed clothes as a knight shedding his armor in hopes that the light will find a way to cleanse my soul.

I lie exposed for all to see.  No barriers, no cover-up, just me.  But you turn away.  Do I disgust you?  My head hangs low.  The water pouring down my back.  Should I wash away too?  Would you know I was gone?

My sins are cleansed but the water continues to pour.  There is no friend, there is no love, there is no god.  I am man, incomplete.

As I wash away, I see you coming.  Will you rescue me?  Or am I already lost?  A trickle, a tear, a drop of water in the shower.