Reckoning

Painting the music on a bow The lure fashioned a form The engine and a circuit A pinning of a crucial phenomenon A policy by allowance A permission into wheat Each probable wind opportunity for sketch Probability be the ghost of a denied greed Fingers to the bees and failing fads For picking and choosing and refusing the swarm In the best indiscrete Such the creatures a vase of future The thick plague and reminiscent of the times So great the heavy patience by the creators deny Tissues and torment of entertainment By gods throwing the marked shot As grave and lingering to what they succumb The excavators eating cherries in the snow So veil the limited permission So cruel the probability by its course How shallow the visit and such fiscal acid Some touch of a weak wild guess