Lend me a dribble of water that I may sanctify
the defiled dryness of my spirit.
Spare me a speck of dust that I may cloud
my increasing doubt.
Pass me an ort of meat that I may nourish
my now enfeebled mind.
Apply on me a sliver of balm that I may soothe
my ailing drive.
Residues, though, these may be,
they will put me in good stead.
For the battles ahead.
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