Ode to a Fountain
By Josh Glass
I posses an unquenchable thirst.
I’m in love with the third-floor drinking fountain.
I long for its cool and slaking stream,
flowing from a subtle compression with an anticipatory burst
It provides the duality of mortal congress
Stated in the principium individuationous.
An Apollonian structured space,
The Dionysiac spirit on a silvery, godless face.
And I drink from it every chance I get.