There's a Fountain Growing

Love grates like wet feta
on my ears retaliate
dredge to bedrock
the irrigation sprinting flat out of site
is running dry

cliched and overplayed shitty pretty
mass marketed sterility sold and soiled
done toaster over crusty
prostitute it O breadth of death

spy through the glass
watching life beat by
ecstacy trance hospital
proclaim it O antiphon of depth

for i was so loved that
hand thought home
down tall waterfall rocketing deep
Reign drown