where is it. the fountainhead.
why is all the water here stale.
has its existence come to an end ?
i had always assumed springs to live forever.

poetry is bad songs.
bad memories.
its a poor understanding of the world.
poetry is bad sense of humor.
it is an incomplete way of communicating.
incapable of listening.
poetry is not good at money.
neither at forgetting.
it is all that is wrong with the world.