the fountain

at the fountain’s head

the water spills

chilled and hinted in blue

over the stillness of the marble

endless bubbles fight to the surface

to sing their redemption into the open air

the same song that has been sung

for thousands of years

and every second it continues to be ignored

i don’t even know how to listen anymore


About mattfaw

Hi, my name is Matt and I enjoy writing things, eating things, writing eats, and thinging writes.
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