i do not dream of the colors of the sky

it is black

if it is not black, then it is grey

and what speckles of colors it shows the eye cannot see



i do not dream of the colors of the sky

the ground it haunts me

the dirt and rock beneath my feet

the rust that it subsumes

the copper and iron we wrest from it



i do not dream of the colors of the sky

water yet drowns me

the lakes a known quantity, borders beyond my vision

the oceans unknown, unimaginable in scope

yet both consume all i know

i do not dream of the colors of the sky

there is no freedom there to be fought for

only life abandoned and turned so small