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