In every change, I would thoroughly bathe.
Tree, may your shadow’s gradation
rinse me, so I may cleanly crave

this sun, with its boundary brave,
spilling upon me such fine abrasion.
In every change, I would thoroughly bathe,

rubbing like a bear upon his cave,
shedding dreamless nights’ accretion.
–Rinse me, so I may cleanly crave

this wind, to work the cloth I’ve yet saved
from the staining paradox of self-ablation.
In every change, I would thoroughly bathe,

relinquishing the preparation of my grave.
It is outside the boundary of my creation.
–Rinse me, so I may cleanly crave

to continue lying here, in your nave,
welcoming the will and temptation
in every change: I would thoroughly bathe.
Rinse me, so I may cleanly crave.