Yellow Light and History

When the intoxication of a ritual morning 
Swims to the shore of a cold breeze 
A mixture flows out of the pressure 
Machine, streaming through the gaps 
Between the dirt of the previous 
Second person accounts of the time 
Many counters clockwise, a degree at 
A time through the mists, with the light 
Coming through the ceiling and out 
Of bulbs that bathe the scene in soft 
Conversation and the smell of coffee