Crafted uniquely of pure marble stone.
Three layers of sprouting beauty.
Top,no bone.
Middle,mini- maturity.
Below,the core of life itself.
Water spirited by subtle urge.
Pooling and over-flowing betwixt my palms then fingers.
Couldn't sustain her aqueous heart.
So the fountain's only solid love surged.
They were no rain drums.
Nor olive leaf from the active dove.
To alert or let me know.
Momentarily,the fountain flow vanished.
Though retaining outward magnificence.
Yet deep in the pipes of revelation lay untellable significance.
No more drips of lust,
Zero siphoning of confusion or waves of feeling lost.
Atlast the fountain has been drenched,
By the founding garden she always knew and will forever feel and re-fill.
Carswell evoL aka the orientator�
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