NaPoWrimo 4/30: Calculate the route of alphabet soup

What if we could only write in soft sand? / Get right with the land / Only in sight for a brief span / No more looseleaf / Just sleight of hand / Attentive second sight / No second chance / Testament paid every price / Sentence medicine playing against type / Fighting to keep every letter / Weather reaps like “Yeah, whatever” / My readers know me better / Than any former unbelievers / Blind spots / Those time slots who cheated my meter / Park and bleed / Always needing shit / Wrong fit force-conjoined / Emotional bitcoin / Ricochet / Lipstick and lace / Grace in decorum / Even during razor forums / Burnt and torn, reformed / More forged, more slag pouring / Some other shit that rhymes with orange / Taste of AU ore within / Embrace the morning or don’t / No warnings up front / I was born to move and escape / To lose Fate to old days / Lucid bold plays / Fountain of tomato spray / Around the maypole / ‘Round here we pace and flow / So go count to potato