Tool

The screw is loose the fear displayed the creature clad with chitin

Lest we contuse a tool is made to re-insert and -tighten.

Encomiums are uttered of the folk who crossed the plains

Bright Chromium’s unshuttered love has charm so Dark abstains.

The tool of time the loot of space the Siren Destiny

This fool makes rhyme that runner pace those tribulations tea.

The ordered chaos of the nonsense syllables builds gates

That swing when they osmose the gone sense-memory of dates.