There is a slowness on the throttle
A civility at hand
Painted out of a corner
It breaks to bind the strands

To decide within the barnstorm
O'er shadows feeding in the lurch
Just survived by a stone's throw
The decision wheels at work

Peace be found, if temporary
Sirens stir the seeds of regret
Gathered clouds are unleashing
Signs to walk and place your bet

The squatters on high stations
The talkers that hold sway
Verbal backslide rushes out
Like grapeshot finds prey

No anchor-drop sanctuary
No earmark begins to show
No finding it uncovered
Just a wide swing tremolo

Broken down lessons learned
Redeemed on epitaphs
By blindfolded regulars
With countenance to switchback

Echo farewell to midnight
To the loneliness of the chase
To the minutes past is red-letter
To Elysian fields defaced

No pangs provide delivery
Breaking out of the throes
No reverie decided
Just a wide swing tremolo

No mercy in a pokerface
Lend an ear before you go
No sentence yet decided
Just a wide swing tremolo