Indirect sun is the best kind of light
Ranking avowed, certain and bright
Clarity's victim gone in the mist
Frankly a dictum, wrongly to grist
Floundering sound of effable days
Wandering bound to unstable maze
Creatures they run off back to the ditch
Under the day not wanting a switch
Further than gloom a face meets your eye
Poisonous bloom, a flower who cries
For what have you done by being you
Identity crumbs were eaten up too
Before the dusk and after the noon
Sharpening tusks for sifting a tune
Chords and the notes you wrote for the light
Ranking avowed, certain and bright
Roman Ryan 