The Fountain
The fountain
reaches upwards into space
and, finding nothing
to sustain it there,
falls back into its proper place.
And in this endless
rise and fall,
we see the start and finish
of us all.
Time flies
through summer and through wintry skies;
measures elephants and butterflies,
marks where this is born and that one dies.
See the world dissolve and fade before your dying eyes!
poem by Brian Taylor
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