Echoing chants 
of parasitic fumbles
residing by letters and notes
keys of lost ancestors 
of earth 

      of leaves 

               of time			

 of love once made 

Below dilated curtains
that turned enzymes into hands
that now caress the outer edges of the sun   

Yet, somehow 
it all stays so clean
So perfect, 

A fountain where breath birthed a symbiotic secret 
that everyone knows
but no one sees