Fontana di Trevi

Flip the coin; heads, I win, tails I lose. Toss it into the deep grinding throat that gnaws the copper and corrodes the nickel.  Let the rust scrape against my skin so I can taste the metal long after its gone.

Dreamers cast a wish, anchored by expectation, into the marble pool. Ignorance is what turns their backs and closes their eyes as our beauty was but breathed into our lifeless limbs, our shallow centers, our hollow cases.

Let the Aqua Virgo pour over our chiseled bodies, releasing Neptune into its depths and piercing the Triton through this wild beast. Even the most gifted and enduring hand could not shift the mold, to concentrate the flow, as to prevent the raging sea from pooling lamely at the feet of the god of the sea.