Behold that blooming lotus,
  Faintly gleaming with neat luster
  Of purple, stretching itself out of
  Somber scales devouring the black lake.
  Its fragrance dyes the air solemnly
  Intoxicating, and its respectful limbs
  Prompts the Universe, like sacred inspiration
  Provoking all kinds of imitation and worship.
  Inwardly it will persuade you to
  Discard your fixed aesthetic, usual
  Preference for unpoisonous sensations,
  While, perhaps, you're still disgusted
  By the contaminated water and
  The nauseous pond mud.