Shutting the door, I sigh, undress, and peer into the mirror, nude.
Silence, deafening silence. I peer into those eyes, thoughtlessly
Dissatisfied or pleased, I glide across the floor.
There are no windows. The world is... Just plain.

The water begins to run and my skin cries
As cold water stings my senses,
Stepping into the gray abyss.
There is no impending pressure passing the threshold;
My conscious goes numb and I am finally truly alone.

Morality, etiquette, civilization-
These things die away with the steam
Rising up from the ground wafting and filling my nostrils.
My heart beats, My heart stirs, and speaks the essence of my soul.

Am I misguided?
I... Don't care. I am free. I am... Apathetic.

I... I can taste the damp air.
I... feel the steamy water;
Running over my shoulders,
Licking my neck,
Messaging my back,
Caressing my chest,
Running along my legs
Soothing my feet

Through to the floor of this sacred place.
Here I am unforgiven, but not condemned,
Neither involved nor exempt. There is no tomorrow,
There is no past, I am suspended in time.
Suspended. Out of service. Decomissioned. Released
As I stare into the blurred image of a fogged mirror.

The plain reminder that all I am is here with me,
Within this sacred place, here, where I am alone and free,
Where nothing else matters.
No territories, no obligations, no poltics;
Only the beat of a heart feeling the knife of time
Pressing me onward, refusing to leave me still.
Robbing me of my peace like a thief

Always calling me to make a choice...
That imminent question that incessantly beckons;
Eternal damnation or everlasting salvation?

But not here, not now.
I.. I'm safe here,
Flushing the world away
To be dealt with another day,
Sitting still to savor this moment,
To bask in this ominous place.