Audacity, Desperation

I see you,

lusting for the cosmic egg

The way your fingers twitch,

eager, expectant

Petulant

Petulant

Petulant

child in shoes that do not fit

Clumsy, clomping,

down a darkened hall

hoping praise awaits you at the lowest step

Instead,

your heel gives way, separates

from the shoes that do not fit

and you fall, a Tower submissive

to its foundation of grit and grass

Your limbs tangle within

your father's clothing

Old, loose, and draping

robes befitting the Saint Afflicted

and you tumble

Weeping, confused

The planted foot sees you,

broken crown, groveling eyes

The planted foot sees you,

departs