I repent again and again while drinking water; what an extraordinary piety this is!

Here, the poet takes a delightfully witty and self-deprecating look at his own fragile vows of repentance. The image of gulping water repeatedly captures someone desperately washing down their regrets, caught in the endless loop between sin and guilt. Calling this hollow, recurring ritual 'true piety' is pure irony, gently teasing the human tendency to swear off desire only to stumble right back into it.