clear-headed as I infiltrate
live spectrum of
pen-and-ink colouring

pleasantly and quietly
imagining where and when
all of this ends

this hood is my home
and I have been here before

home bound, cloud bound
my burning heart will scold,
then cool you down

turning the dial to call forth
who it is you seek

gender-less as the elements
I walk about this place

I see the winches
are miniature from up here
houses have shrunk

various complexes  
vaguely keeping their
stature