Fountain

Stick arms swing the pendulum,
Knobbly knees leading the way.
Life’s bazaar, secret fig succulence,
Cadence swayed to the donkey bray.

Squinting naivety’s myopia,
Shadowy truths regressing in the shade.
Porcelain-crisped bag o’ bones,
Erupting in the chuckling hive world.

Innocence’s compass never wavered,
True to the north star of inquisitive zenith.
Burbling boreal ambrosia from mountains’ heart;
Fountain of life’s hidden purities.

Twiggy seraph bathed precious soul,
Absolution’s roots entrenching deep.
Sopped in Gaea’s nourishing blood flow,
Shivering undulations of righteous epiphany.