Rainbow swirls, metallic stains;
Impure pond from,
Organic slums in which this grows–
Flowers tameless–brought their name.
Sifting weeds and,
Churns and melts and lets it go–
Strikes so bold but,
Aims so low;
Lives abandoned–knows no woe–
To be slave of your domain–
To be the island, to have no main.