On the every day…
…he created himself

On the every other day…
…he rested

And as he was done
was as he began

Another great mystery

Listening to his lesson
it lessened

See now!
the parallels divided
meeting
they do not allow

Couriered conflict
patterning the same parents

After the time forgotten
that…that innocence
his play on worlds
this rebellious distraction
has instead conformed
to the supposed
opposed

And in knowing the reality of his fiction,
he followed that farce…

…to heart…

…and stepped.

As wind would
it went…

…and he remembered something amusing
he should have said,

“I think I shall become a sort of magician
and bemuse the masses with slight of man.”