I use water, earth, air, fire, and spirit to cleanse my temple,
Plus a healthy bit of rage.
Cleansing me helps me come back to me
After intrusions upon my will,
After coercions designed to change me,
After impositions that restrict my choices to bad or worse.
In each scenario, I will have to pay.
I cannot allow my wellness to be manipulated from me
When presupposing any transaction.
To prepare for what must come,
I will overturn the tables of
That which steals volition.
With a whip I clear it out.
You can’t be here.
I come back to me
To secure my limits,
To restore my energy,
To be in relationship,
With my temple
My story
My world.