Dumpty's Fall

was not of folly, but of choice, for saccharine safety on the higher ground inside the wall would cloy his sulpherous soul and beating down his moble sacrifice install a glutenous presumption of a unity unworthy of him. No, there must be cataclysm in the leap, dragoons enlisted, and a lamentation worthy of the feast... the sighing tempered not by hominid nor beast, but by a stubborn memory of infant sleep, beguiled by nothing more than fragments in the grass. ~