Roses
lay sublimely
as they rest
in a toilet's
water test.

Why
do they
burst forth
with evolution's
bright light?

And unfold
with all a
leaf's seduction.

While we
maintain
an illusion
that prisoners
have resolved.

For toilet water
remains
that which
it is,

A basic level
we remain
too blind
to see.

A necessity
that
you and I
would crawl
to drink from.

The well
of humanity.