Growth

Daren't wager sixpence,
Fathom hindrance,
Prior rout aside, for gain upon
This millstone, ground soon,
Chaff from pellet fled. My
Kingdom for a route to
Fly, fast-forward on to thyme
in relish fuse, akin to sigh,
to Know thyself, and
Learn to Die.
But saffron beacon beckons
Daren't wager lessons,
Audience,
Azalea's royals trill and
Thrills abound tonight, as
Whisked from 'fore,
Displacing last,
To dance at Stephan's
Crowded path.