Crystalloid Pool

In the pool that we daily
gaze into, we like to think 
it is crystalloid perfect.
Honesty compels us to speak.

It is sludge.
Scaling up the walls
of our soul; depleting
converting fertile soil
and precious virtue, 
into hideousness

Oh to live,
but not like this.
Boil away the dreggs.
It is always The Fire
that makes us clean.

Hope?
Really, wholly, yes entirely in Him.