Fountain of Eden
So broken pieces of a heart are fragmented like the clouds raining
down from the Heavens and dousing the flame of human passion. Little drops of
memories fall. And splatter upon impact. This is what they call pain people
say. These little drops of falling memories. I don't think so. I don't feel
any pain. I am just a fountain, inanimate.
...Like this broken heart. It bleeds itself dry through the body with such
soothing silence. Then it all trickles back only to be pumped back through the
fountain...
***
There is a fountain that stands erect in the garden of Eden. It has
stood there for eternity gazing at the surroundings which change so
drastically. From nomads to hunter gatherers to farmers to the white collar
society. From trees to farms to towns to cities to countries. From real life
to fabricated life. Through all this the fountain stands erect. It changes
ever so slightly. It can only change things ever so slightly. It is the center
of attention but it doesn't give any attention. And so the fountain stands.
***
Blood rushes through blue veins. Cowardly veins. Blue blood in blue
veins. We all need some fresh air.
***
We live in houses with windows and doors. We live in houses in this
world. Houses that are worlds of their own. We live in bodies with eyes and
orphises. We are worlds of our own. Separated. Segregated. Houses with fences
and bridges. We make our own relationships.
***
This fountain will stand forever. But I will not. Once the cycle is
broken and the blood fails to reach the heart then a fountain ceases to be and
turns into a statue that stands in time. Then falls to dust. And ashes. The
charred remains of human passion.
***
So why not let it run red? Don't let it get to my head.
***
The fountain in Eden stands forever.
down from the Heavens and dousing the flame of human passion. Little drops of
memories fall. And splatter upon impact. This is what they call pain people
say. These little drops of falling memories. I don't think so. I don't feel
any pain. I am just a fountain, inanimate.
...Like this broken heart. It bleeds itself dry through the body with such
soothing silence. Then it all trickles back only to be pumped back through the
fountain...
***
There is a fountain that stands erect in the garden of Eden. It has
stood there for eternity gazing at the surroundings which change so
drastically. From nomads to hunter gatherers to farmers to the white collar
society. From trees to farms to towns to cities to countries. From real life
to fabricated life. Through all this the fountain stands erect. It changes
ever so slightly. It can only change things ever so slightly. It is the center
of attention but it doesn't give any attention. And so the fountain stands.
***
Blood rushes through blue veins. Cowardly veins. Blue blood in blue
veins. We all need some fresh air.
***
We live in houses with windows and doors. We live in houses in this
world. Houses that are worlds of their own. We live in bodies with eyes and
orphises. We are worlds of our own. Separated. Segregated. Houses with fences
and bridges. We make our own relationships.
***
This fountain will stand forever. But I will not. Once the cycle is
broken and the blood fails to reach the heart then a fountain ceases to be and
turns into a statue that stands in time. Then falls to dust. And ashes. The
charred remains of human passion.
***
So why not let it run red? Don't let it get to my head.
***
The fountain in Eden stands forever.