Clear, tranquil.
I fear the ponds
with the clearest water.
As the flowers float
weightless as newborn consciences
on the surface,
I get a glimpse
of what life truly is.
Is any of this for real, or not?
In this moment I think
I'll burn the lotus pods
so they can remain forever innocent
but before I light the match,
I change my mind.
Let them see the world as I do.
Incomplete
ugly
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