damned cat with 9 lives

a possibility turns to a certain fact, lived as a certain fate, becomes self fulfilling - but logic makes no dent on passion wild, it will be, it has to be; becomes the haunted cry of the wailing banshee. for what else could be said of the mad man repeating the same chant each day? cherry picking, a news cast, a statistic, an odd ball, there i proved my theory! while the common folks stared in puzzlement at the illogical arguments - then the fire died down, a glazed look: a white flag. and a man jumps into the pit of the earth, feeling the drop wheeze by, feels nothing but glee. i proved it, he says, i am invulnerable while onlookers still kept their pierced eyes on erratic behaviors, possibly damnation. the bottom was thick, foggy and mercurial - an apparition appeared before the twisted body still having spasms - and it contained all the opportunities sorely missed, could have been, might have been, perhaps, and there was no difference in the outcome of a damned cat with 9 lives and a soothsayer who believed that he knew the future.