Parvan

O drop of seeming flow for
Meaning. O string of language
Coiling around my ankles
And mounting up to my chin,
Go away. I'll go away,
Too, if that's necessary
To really be rid of you.

The late sun hammers the lake,
The fresh water, the soma
Worth drinking now no one knows
What the original drug
Really was. Drink real water,
O drop of seeming. Sob hard
For what could have been meaning.