Sunday, January 13, 2008

A Fountain Runneth O'er

a fountain runneth o’er—
its uncontainable, innerly-perpetuating excess
extends to all closest her
pouring life and its own bounteous cycles,
and by her, even weeds take on
a remarkable will, their fragile, weakling
bodies bursting and cracking the now
miracle-assaulted cement.
indeed, it is these quite-beautiful vines
which shroud the stonesmanship in
season-bound resurrection—
more mortal and immortal both than
granite, sustaining in times of
drought the coldest intricacies
in eye-doubtless testimony
of that stainless life which once here flowed,
and nurtured compellingly once more
when the snows melt.

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