The End of the Lotus / by Academy Monthly

Does a single soul notice
You’ve ceased nibbling the lotus,
In an unexpected drop and sudden stop?
Can they tell that you’ve awakened,
You’ve distinguished all is fake and
The end is something you can’t really top?

With that small, sharp shock
Forms a poor stopped clock,
Waiting that horologist’s knock.
Your skin turns to ice
And there’s no one for advice,
So you’re forced to take
A cold and lonely

Yet still, the sky is blue,
And the weeds amok with dew.
Perhaps it’s not so bad, this universe.
It can make you sad and scared,
Make you lonely and impaired,
But It’s hard to picture
Things could get much worse.