Lotus

A faraway flower
a philosophy and alibi
aspiration and proxy
a touchable touch-me-not
in the anxieties and logic
in the clasping and love
in the moment and illusion
of our fears and exuberance
ordained and disrobed
plucked and offered
in a withering seen
but unacknowledged:
a keles bloomage, then.

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