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The Fountain of Christ

As though to prove

the gates are never quite completely sealed,

the names never fully disclosed,

I’m awakened at dawn

and led to the cloistered courtyard.

My eyes,

still carrying the scent of night,

are asked a question —

What exactly is a child doing

near the turquoise fountain of Christ?

The fountain denied to millions,

the fountain you once believed

was reserved for twelve.

My eyes,

kissed by early rays of light,

are asked a question —

What exactly are you supposed to do now?


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