A circle of faucets
-dousing its interior with emotions both false and sincere-
flooding outside the four corners of this plastered room

A literal and perpetual flooding
-of undefined and undermined thoughts of constructivism-
coursing through the alleyways of the tiled flooring

A haughty idealism floored and trampled
-buried deep beneath the cheapened underlying concrete-
back to vulnerable piping to spout out of voracious spouts

In the end it's a cycle of tactile emotions coming from the circle of faucets itself.