Shackle band plays: be where you aren't. Chimes and numb brays fiddle out days. Convincing, the image, a tracked product count. Bracingly clavichords demand extra keys. Eyes won't see decay, it's quite fast and too slow. Knighted in heartbeats whose tempo wanes life. Sir Doubt heats a castle with promises wept. Unstarted unfinished those wishes each dream. One sentence two follies as third hands grasp seams.