Prologue To A Comedy

He made a glass violin, because he wanted to see the music. He dragged the boat to the very summit of the mountain and waited for the sea to come to it. At night he savored the "Unabridged Train Schedule"; the terminal stops brought him to tears. He cultivated roses with a Z. He wrote a poem on hair growth, and then a second on the same. He broke the clock on the city hall, so as to stop the loss of leaves from the trees once and forever. In a tiny pot where chives had previously grown, he wanted to unearth a city. Slowly, he walks with Earth chained to his foot, smiling, just as two and two is two—happy. When he was told that he did not exist—since he couldn't die of sorrow—he had to be reborn. And so he lives someplace, winks eyes, and grows. Just in time! At the apt moment! A jester will be needed forthwith for the appropriate amusement and innocent solace of Our Gracious Lady, The Sweet, The Sensible, Machine.-Krystyna Piorkowski

The fanfiction.net user formerly known as ANNIKATWIST. That's me. I can't get back into my old account. :( so I made a new one!