He stumbles, towards the fountain; oh, the ground seems far for each step; that's thee curse of holding one's head so high. The fountain spews its useless water; off, there, it is his goal. The stars are where they find themselves, twinkling for the restless among dinosaurs. We follow him, yes we do! Beyond that who's to say. Perhaps we'll drown him when he dips his head to drink. Perhaps the four-leggers among us will devour him in their ruthless, deliberate way. Would such an act end our chase? He drank, before this, as though all the world were his.
Mistake yourself for one who follows him now. Animal, Animal, incite yourself. Sniff his musk and drink in his fear and your arousal. Your feet will fit his tracks. Next we'll hunt you down and throw ourselves against you. Laughter is a choked release: never forget that. While we roll entwined, who is ever in control? Name us now, again, now name us. Reveal us to ourselves. Pompous ass. Mindless jackal.
A child will kill each one of us. His children will kill us all.
Why would one set out on a night journey without a torch, if one were not pursued by something, someone, us. There he is! Catch him. We will burst him, and what will we have in our hands when we are done. A man. A dead man. Speechless, lifeless, and cold before the fountain. Without him, what can contain us, then? We shall be free! Who among us will lead?
