Holy Jaunt

Two carpets, blue and black Embroidered with sun and stars Daily to fly to the divine destination For me from this haven of mud Jaunt of my joie de vivre intermitted shortly Dieseled air and breath of bad people Dirtied the carpets with dust and lust Began the cleaning process to deterge Down evacuated, up all the aqua A volley of hydraulic pouring Heavily beat and hammered the carpets Lines of clearance flashed now and then Process over, brighter the carpets Jiggling my joy resumed its soaring To the interminable, untouched sanctum The Holy Lord is supposedly dwelling