Ignitiation

As treading chalk aligns a sudden stalk, Unraveling sirens persist to the harrowment of the guards When posing in passing, the sprite walks off the clock Into musings and written soldiers who'd taken the ride, taken it off Just before the volume proceeded beyond a quiet knock, The past-tense prudence starts the car waiting patiently around the block Revving the moment which never was, never will be, at all...