Fontaine de Lait

Where does the water go?
Where does the soul go?
And the sap?
And the vanished tears?

Go where?
Go there?
Hallelujah?
Go where he is, yes, him?

And here I am?
A fountain of him?
And here I am?
A fountain of milk?

She swallows, dazzled?
Under the trees of the bed?
The bird rejoices?

Downstream where one lives?
Pale lips?
Water of life?
Pale nourished?

And here I am?
A fountain of him?
And here I am?
A fountain of milk?

And here I am?
A fountain of him?
And here I am?
A fountain of milk?