who will wash waste
naked vessel artist
when creation storm spent
is hurricane eye past
wash with cleansing water
wake this mind soul spent
to ritual flow in life rich water
gravity beckons water collect
pool cleansing water at mine feet
let whirlwind relax mind wax sight
view body damage done fresh bite
let sleep soon energy restore sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem