Such a Lonely Pantoum

The cosmos dances on my palm
The Universe sparks into being
Galaxies spinning,  slow and calm
For him I can hear three bells ring

The Universe sparks into being
The story of a lonely man
For him I can hear three bells ring
I had much greater ambition

The story of a lonely man
They said I needed hard labour
I had much greater ambition
Though there was peace I could savour

They said I needed hard labour
The king threw me to his blacksmiths
Though there was peace I could savour
They couldn’t purify my myths

The king threw me to his blacksmiths
They hammered me for three decades
They couldn’t purify my myths
I was jailed by the Ace of Spades

They hammered me for three decades
I’m all squashed and bent out of shape
I was jailed by the Ace of Spades
But I’ve found a way to escape

I’m all squashed and bent out of shape
I’m abandoned in a black hole
But I’ve found a way to escape
A primal cry comes from my soul

I’m abandoned in a black hole
Galaxies spinning, slow and calm
A primal cry comes from my soul
The cosmos dances on my palm

(This week’s POW, Punam, for the W3 challenge hosted by David on the Skeptic’s Kaddish, she has asked us to write a pantoum on the theme of abandonment. I wrote this backwards… seemed easier.)

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