The Fountain

Blindness, a temporary lapse in judgement.

We enter the courtyard effortlessly.

It is filled with flowers, a simple, distinct fountain, and

a fire pit.

As deemed by an age-old decree, we sip from our wine

and we eat our cheese.

Meanwhile the dancers dance,

the birds sing, and

blue-white flames embrace the ever glowing embers.

The fountain reflects the world

through the fragmentation of pennies, nickels, and an occasional dime.

These material possessions can be both the rise

and fall

of Man.

Of which, both are deemed a necessity.

The End

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