You gotta get down into it.
Let it envelope you,
enclose you,
encompass your space.

Grind with it,
lie with it.
Let it become your horizon,
let bottom become your new normal.

Do this so you can stand.
So you can pull yourself up,
pull yourself out.

It may cling to you.
It may cover you.
All your spaces, pores and places,
but let gravity do the rest, you keep rising babe.

It will pull round you, round your corners and points.
It will be pulled down and off, off and away.

Then and only then can you be rid of it,
of this space that has so defined you.
Only then can you be clean,
while still being so ******* *****.