Enigma Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

You are taking over
In an inexorable consummation:
You are the conflagration of my vineyard,
The deluge upon my narrow alley,
The turbulence of my trenches,
The cataclysm upon my darkled stream,
The inebriation upon my riotous glass,
The answer to the enigmas,

From nothing, I arrive in the still night
And everything, you have become.
I bequeath myself with life that ushers
From your clear fountains.
Take this fountain away,
And you take everything -
The vineyard, a rubble.
The narrow alley, drenched with grime.
The trenches, silent and unnoticed.
The stream abandoned,
The glass, ebbed into lull,
And the enigmas,

Unanswered, and perhaps,
Cast into oblivion.