Directive

Prescription faces faces 
with paces and their aces
giving truth to truth
and wearing out your ties

Bow onto the edge 
of the courtside
and you'll find your cliff
is baked in repetition

That's a death song 
if you're a whale 
heard from well across
the eighth sea

Contortions, as we've said,
make contrition easy
as does finding limits 
and eating breakfast