Fountain

As I drink from that strange fountain. I’m going to give you a single clue. And tell you where the treasure lies. The whole treasure, Could take hours to explain through the sparkles. I have nothing except my mind which is like a microscope. The sky is bugging me and made of dots. Rotting logs shaped oddly. I think the water around here is weird. Unwieldy, wild, and howling. The fireflies make sense. Floating is a cop out. It’s more like… Water but also not. Fluidity which is part of my steps. I don’t have feet, just Them. As I splash water everywhere. The fountain turned off, But I am the fountain, and I am the one. Let me hand over the clue. Paper which is, Waterlogged. As I spit out the water from that strange fountain. I realize I might have a problem after all. They turned off the fountain. I’ll take a nap first. Then try to figure out how to get my legs to work again.