Tales of Arrogance

Once upon a time, 

a hero in his storybook,

climbing up a castle wall

with a wild and burly look,

named himself the author of his fate.

Once upon a wall,

the paint upon the canvas,

frozen in a summer sunset,

admired, as tree and grass,

the perfect picture he had made.

Once upon a sunset,

a song on guitar strings

blessed the world

the way a bird sings—

like it was his own composition.

And once upon a world,

man—microscopic man—

shouted from his sliver of time

the way only a human can—

telling stars that he has never seen, “I am.”

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