Flowing
My fountain is dry, breath of life flows from the face no more
It's positioned for my bride to see that it may please her view
Life comes to the source of water, birds rely
Contentment supplied for all
I've filled it so many times, true source it is not
At times water just evaporates into the atmosphere
Reconciling it's energy debt to the universe
But more often than not it leaks
Cracks in the vessel, disrupted water lines, and poorly positioned pieces
Give permission for life to be squandered
I fix this and that to alleviate my loss to no avail
My fountain destined to self destruct
There is no kinetic energy, everything is static
So I grab the hose again and invest more water
And the birds and the view return continuing the illusion
That my fountain flows freely
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