Polychroma from Old First by Hans Bilger

Polychroma
© 2011 Hans Bilger

Well I figure I’m due for some making anew
or a bit of transcendence at least
when you’re ground to the bone seeing sepia tones
you’ve arrived in the belly of the beast
and until I find the ways out of terrestrial mazes
I guess I’ll just stay here underground
but polychroma
color me a different sort of brown

and I’ll wait patiently on the shores of your seas
watch for your clippers on the crests
of the waves coming soon with the tides of the moon
and I know you’ll relieve my distress
and though I’m not sure I know you, I can assure you
my motives have always been true
but polychroma
color me a different sort of blue

and when at last I see you, you’ll be miles away
on the gales of some midsummer storm
sweeping across the silver sage plains
to level the old world I lived in
and the one thing I ask, though it’s only a whisper
as you tear down those last supporting beams
polychroma
animate my technicolor dreams

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