Like a curl in a spire

Too many flukes recalled his   learning  probablitity theory.
Many hands make nights worth it.
You are never too  bold for  the above.

When spurious frogs  have spawned  our beauteous lands
When songs of platitudes all  blend and keen
When earth’s tectonic plates  glide by in bands
Then my feat I shall to  your ex  scream

Like a shard  in a tyre
Like a word of desire
I have tried all  the ways to write   free.
Like a curl in a spire
Like a drunk dog inspired
I had died long before I was me
Like a wish to conspire
Like an ash in the fire
I have cried all  the way  to meet me.
Like a word in a suit
Like a bash in the boot
I drove all the way here  just to flee