Ode to a Fountain

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.


Josh Glass