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The Confusional


A chorus of twelve and a joker for pain
Singing beginnings and dodging the rain--
the gods cry the same--:

A cast of demons, gods, and angels,
mortal men and theme invaders
Frolicking and rocking down--
teetering and top-heavy, sky to ground--
slippery slopes, of pages, words,
thoughts, dreams, lives unheard,
Unwind! relax, humanity:
It's coming through at last
The unfortunate comedic punch-line
Stretched taught between the future and the past

Imagine that -!

Delusional, confusional,
a winding pretty bitter roll
of stairs about the tower
throwing shade on all the flowers

Angels:

(trembling in their greening stems
aware of where the future ends
footfalls follow shadows down
the rise and lay of land)

Mortal Men:

Here's the giant, keep it quiet
he'd be so silly furious
if he knew we were curious
about where he's hidden
all the pretty bitter golden locks
once belonging to Rapunzel...

Demons:

Oh the dead, in dread,
Keep watch from Valhalla
the feast forgotten on the floor
Just inside the giant doors
godly tempers fire over
mortals and their ethic posers,
once More -!

Theme Invaders:

Divine, in time, if you can find a hammer,
thunder clouds and destinies to shatter
Thinking, squeaking, mind => men => mice
In the fire, over ice

De-light -! and scratch the happy ending
It's Grimm from the beginning
Can't change fate 'cause we can't find him
Reign in all your armies of men
We have dinner plates and dice to roll
Square one of the Confusional

All:

It's madness and it's mayhem
(Mortal Men: If it's a dragon we can slay him)
(Narrator Nine: Somebody elbow Beowulf,
asleep beneath the falling roof)
Collapsing, skies and rhymes and buildings
Hurry out, Conclusion's reeling
Credits roll,
the Confusional,
concludes.

(Encore -!)