the world in simply passing by rubs its filth on me

in the world not of the world do not handle do not taste do not touch

how does one stand writhing in the exquisite masochism of life?

so hard to be unstained the older i grow the more malignant the world seems maybe i just notice it more now, with no innocence fighting to free myself break from this dead skin shimmy forth shiny and new

daughter of eve sister of the Magdelene struggle, spirit, against the flesh gain victory over the world prostrate before the Beloved

three things bear witness on earth the blood, the water, the fire i think i am almost ready to burn, Father