Let the flagellant’s tears become his power.
The power to liberate himself of his plagues
and all the misconceptions of himself,
to see the pure waters that run through
his soul river and swim in the fluids
that bathed him in birth and again,
in his spirit cleansed clean and pure
from the tides that lie in wait,
in the negativity he will not be sated
by the bad waters, but cleanse them.