With countenance to switch back
Painted out of a corner
Or shadows feeding in the lurch
Just a wide swing tremolo
No anchor-drop sanctuary
The squatters on high stations
Lend an ear before you go
To the loneliness of the chase
Peace be found, if temporary
Redeemed on epitaphs
Echo farewell to midnight
To decide within the barnstorm
The decision wheels at work
No remedy tends to show
No mercy in pokerface
No finding it uncovered
Broken down, lessons learned
Breaks to bind the strands
Verbal backslide rushes out
Just survive by a stone's throw
To elysian fields defaced
Breaking out of the throes
Like grapeshot fine spray
The talkers is that hold sway
By blindfolded regulars
Signs to walk, then place your bet
No sentence yet decided
No reverie decided
Sirens stir the seeds of regret
Gathered clouds or unleashing
No pangs provide delivery
To the minutes past his red-letter
Just a wide swing tremolo
