impure_pure birdmad sweat and dust and racing mind cold water pour down over me wash away the literal contaminants and bring the senses sharply into focus stand beneath the cold until it can barely be stood any longer i have a dream of a waterfall shrine somewhere far away winter's snow melting and running a long journey down some wooded mountainside cold, clear and pure visions of ice clear as glass and musical as windchimes shifting with the temperature and the breeze 070730 ... megan define them for me and i'll show you mine 070731 what's it to you? who go blather from