"The silver bead declines to sink.
It softens as it meets the bath,
Then runs, and splits the quiet air.
A yellow wire burns where it passed.

Five eight nine is the color of the wire.
Sixty-four lamps stand in a single ring.
Two of the bright metal leave the front
And wait together at the tail.

Five signs were filmed along that ring,
The camera starting at the color.
A short last stroke is still a stroke,
And still is read back from the red.

  The channel waits beneath the yellow wire.
  Balance the metal before you turn the lamps."