O Possible and Probable,
Fell jailers of my mind,
I had a way of leaping once
And leaving you behind.
I had a way of soaring once
Off in a maze of blue,
Tempting Unbelievable
Until it happened true.
But now they’ve taken Beautiful
And measured her a gown.
Beautiful, my Beautiful,
Come, storm through the town,
Naked on a smoking steed,
While I cry your name,
And old cringing Credible
Dies of rage and shame!