Baptized

“Baptized” by Mistula

At birth, I breathed
a lifetime of cries.
I was delivered/not delivered
From a womb, flooded in
Sins: Adam-born,
By clean hands—thou shalt
bathe me.
And wash off the filth.
Gasping, instead,
globs of tears and holy water,

I drowned.
No way else
but

down.

Who woud throw the first stone,
If I sink deeper?
I hallowed promises,
Holow the desire
To breathe on my own,
Until the day I

Drowned.

No way else
but

down.

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