What business does this posing Lotus have in staring at me?
The swirl of petals inflowing to a dark eye so Cyclops.
Lotus, you aren’t multitudes like me, but you mock the lie.
You’re the depths I want you to be; the erratic pet for my wall.
Leave me to my blossoming, Lotus The Mirror, and I’ll be your scramming house guest.
There isn’t a soul that had to learn how to love you; like there are for me.
Lotus, you are the multitudes of Why.
Let’s keep things that way.