Warmth Trance Reversal

Out on the ice
 A volunteer puts powder on a sled
 So far there are no signs of what the packet said
 Out on the ice
 If looking through a telescope
 Is looking down a wall
 The mind is charmed and flatness now is depth
 The wide white tower sheer
 There he clings
 Soaked bat
 Then what spectrum gleams beside the tower base?
 He sees it in the evening through the window square
 Out on the ice
 He swoons, his water boils
 Yes, he nodded and a star was born
 Provisions and a helicopter plan
 The faintest glim inside the skin
 A feather brushed his neck
 Some color shifting in the blood
 There he clings
 Soaked bat
 Looks out
 Looks down
 He swoons, his water boils
 What spectrum gleams beside the tower base?
 He sees it in the evening through the window square