Bleach

Bleach,
disinfect everything,
scooosh,
spray,
all the dirt away,

smelling like a swimming pool,
confirming cleanliness,
till the dust and dirt come back another day,

but bleach,
you cannot clean my mind,
for the toil,
the grind,
is ever on going,

but,
you keep it quiet,
in productivity,
productively meditating in silence,
while I scrub the floors with a sense of determined violence,

cleaning the day away.

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