The Fountain MAG

January 28, 2010
By Erin O&#39Neill BRONZE, Ottawa, Other
Erin O&#39Neill BRONZE, Ottawa, Other
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The fountain shrugs his massive white shoulders
Ceaseless tremors ripple across his body
In frothy waves
He lets loose a roaring, gurgling mass of water into a stone basin
Shuddering with the cold
Forever trying to shake off the frigid waves in vain
Wrinkling and shriveling downward
In the same endless pattern of self-destruction
His body trembles violently and swells in all directions
Sickly pale and ashen-faced
A surging mass of foaming ivory
He undulates in a series of pain jerks
Toward the cold marble floor of his prison
The never-ending circle of his cursed life
The fountain is born of an icy womb beneath the earth
Released into this world for a fraction of a second in which he babbles and writhes
Fighting death, and clinging to life with frosty fingers
Before he is plunged back into the musty earth once more
Tortured with a fleeting existence
To be reborn once more from the sodden wreckage

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on Dec. 1 2016 at 10:23 am
Melifluous_Stranger BRONZE, Hartford, Connecticut
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