Distant Fountain,

(everlasting the night...)

...in each others arms, running the gauntlet from ecstatic friendship
to undying love, collecting the coinage of dreams as easily as rainfall
in the peaceful Spring.

The romantic front of your undelivered letters, trenched in a leather
satchel, unable to stomach the risk of school-bell shells and mortal
jibes, comes back to me now as you sit apposite in cold comfort,
spilling your civility, telling your cruel tales of their ruin. Your
tales are circling like eagles...

(letter e will eventually be)