Claims

He claims to have paid enough attention 
To come up with a solution
For blues knocking on closed doors
Acting as wall extensions,
Boxing the refuse

Sometimes a fraud 
Needs just one believer
To change his repute
As one messiah
Needs to be betrayed
To deliver his truth

He claims what Cassandra spoke,
To existence
A prediction,
inevitable?
Or pure consequence

Drawn, random numbers
Odds and permutations 

A foregone conclusion