By the point source that eternally shines,
The forever fountain unfolds and fills the space it spills,
Each drop an omniscient perspective,
Falling by the weight of Desire,
Into that blackness which seats only that point.
By the streams that sprout with purpose,
Its omnipotence multiplies through division,
Each streak reflecting a face of that settled source,
The fountain’s vapours float in defiance of Desire,
Kissing that blackness which seeks only that point.