Absence

Fountain

When I used to live,
by the fountain in the woods,
i found myself,
wanting it to mean,
so much more,
i kept my self,
hidden in the ends of branches,
to watch the fountain,
in the dead of the night,
i saw the things it promised the moon,
with its voice silken,
thick like blood,
I felt the air as it breathed,
as it with its water.
I felt soon that I had seen too much,
A
______Fountain
__________In the woods,
I felt as if the night
_______________sky,
had told me a secret,
that I was not supposed to have been told,
confidant to the eternal.

I asked it a question,
and it told me the answer.

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