It's Not The Swell It's The Angle Of The Breath

I walked the plank of Pirates on the ship of Time in the lives of many on the Ages climb,

in the mass of most concerned the journey reined the keep but as to the on worth I felt the forward do,

in score of the list to be on the walls to show the lead be lane to know the last of the ladder knew,

for on the rear of the Front to the lathered Sweat the brow controlled the balanced Falls to swear,

the oath at stop turned to wrap the bundle of the Hair in jars of wax the lids of dash fell dead,

in the Minds of sorting lots the drawn was guilt of gone Marching with no center for it was just a ball.

The reaper came in with grim a file with a Nudges Comb,

the pike between the Bun of sat decided not to Lo,

in the silent of the Heard I began to grasp,

that all the laws throughout the saw were on the Walls a Loud!!

Within the search on nothing perched I watched the carving Square,

with the knife of Jack the Night a day to each the sight,

in the place of the shine it seemed like reflections,

as the Sun would bounce from Frames that sat propped on the grounds.

In proper of the holding fees the tripod Scene was free,

than the charge ran to frank and Coins be grinds to miser,

those stacks did grow taller bye upon return the gold,

for on the time of gone and back the shelves changed into Pots!!

Sunk the weight on feather trace the Weights and Measures hard,

the tax that levied to the Tell in Inches of the Shell,

to task the Tape of centimeter the difference of the Teach, 

for one was Math the other Meter and it added on the Touch!!

To grid the gasp on Mouths and lash a whipping in the deed,

former to the space in blessed the curse ran with the Fleas,

hopping skipping in such spikes the laws behaved to spite,

yet as the path to grave and wrath the Overwhelmed dropped brass.

A Strange Chi