Far star & final

Far star & final,
flail me a tale;
together we'll have some weather.

Wish for a fish,
fish wish;
and find the time.

Moan alone, atone;
drone mother matter.

Stand on the sand
in the lost land—
a sorry tribal tradition.

Abandon the fable.
A random rendition
will enable one-hour transition.

Mutter could and flutter would
brand our band-ban.