The fetters are tight
For that which will sell
Holding in place
A hair full of gel
Feather the trap
To bring the raccoons
Responsive to slaps
Unfeeling festoon
Crater or grave
Our hole in the ground
Explain it away
Or lost won't be found
Bring it around
That's what you must do
Mystery solved
Sherlock, the other shoe
Language is not enough
For telling it like
Models for memory bluffs
Canyons you'll hike
Trails must go somewhere
But not in this book
Our lines here are unfair
You may not want to look
Roman Ryan 