Weakly Allowance

Acquiescence delivers a trail
of mail, a pail of stale heart
ache. Each letter can open
into a flat line. Lick the 
clamp and flip the stitch.
Tickle the lamp and be
where wishes grant the
number three. Always 
the goal: triangle. Pangolin
sheaths stand up to friends 
and floes, devoid of ice by 
virtue of virtue and straying
not to latitudes above or below.