By the water fountain
he lingers hidden from
gazes of others as he is
woeful of his gluttony.

Clambering upon silent
streams that are evaporated
dreams, their  nightmares
are his thirst as he sips slowly.

Fruit may birth from this stream
but he holds back not to let these
waters flow upon the thirsty.
He looks behind with each sip held.

This abandoned monolith of mans
fallen creation, seeds of glass feed
upon the sun. Feeding this abandoned
fountain, secrets are drank slowly..