Thrice Foretold A Tale of Woe

At first it was being born into the wrong family.
Then it was staying with the wrong family.
Then it was realizing it was me and not families.

The preacher says have confidence.
The lecturer says have confidence.
The sensei says have confidence.

You are the kingdom of you.
You are the world unto yourself.
You are.

The logarithm knights the fool.
He is now a royal roustabout.
Swinging on the circus trapeze.

Climbing a ladder for money and then,
Leaping into the unfettered air,
No net below, not net below.

Eventually the confidence causes him to fly.
Unaided flight into a song and dance.
Broadway or anyway the music serenades.

This leap of faith and final aerodynamic whimsy.
Harp on it a while and then tear your heart asunder.
Postulate the egregious slight to creation.

Those with no legs can still dance the mental fandango.
Those with no minds can still kick at false hoods.
When zen and buddha combine their karma …

When rasputin twirls on the carousel horse.
When mighty and mickey and minnie mice,
Combine their eternal rodentia.

Then the asteroid crushes the cities of men.
Thus the comets and planets realign.
Into a mix of primordial goo.

A glue made of horns and sinew,
Grasses and bees
Pirouettes on the pinnacles.