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.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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