Parasite’s Epiphany

A lake is a pillar upholding the sky
Deep unto deep resounding 
Cool serenity and cold chaos

What a fearful thrill to paddle tip touch
Fathom to fathom, or to test
A little further courage–
Mirrored in mockery, parable in parody —
Shy retreat styled bold reach

Finding nothing, no thing hidden;
Nothing we can compass, compressed
As we are into the very line that divides
Column from base. No home have we
In the deep, and no way to live it, alive;

So terror flattens to boredom,
And we splash out of the water
And hide from the sky.