Status Report 233
The lotus flower blooms unblemished
from muck of mud and dirt
I was born drenched in filth
rich in original sin
My petals wilt from want of sun
as I watch enpowered orb
Seems I’m more like maybe moon
stark in cold and dim
I wanted so to grow to star
bright in distant am
But star too far beyond my reach
so worm crawl inch by inch
Eating dirt while dreaming sky
no arms to scratch this itch
– Smith, 8.22.2016
