Set the mood to align with the day
as frost is a witness, the blazes on snow
Let the mode depend on the rain
where drops stop, the mind dissolves in feeling
Water soluble thoughts wash into gutters
draining off the side of the head
Hearing meets seeing between songs
and the appropriate luminous light
And smells, fresh wells of incensed
iron copper bright red flashing
Temperature and tautness together
conspire to muscle in or out the up or down
Reactions match responses strike for strike
against the box unless it's a boxy hour
Roman Ryan 