Ive heard a story, could be true
About a colour under blue
You couldnt see it with your eyes
Or invent with intellect
Like the inverse of colourblindness
It shadows light in natural gas
Ive got to see it for myself
Settle my own curiousness
Back and forth screaming like a tide
I look to the left and to the right
My three shades are divisible
Lust to see the invisible
The story man was glassy-eyed
He told me about the power lines
And subarctic caribou eyes
The metal wires bursting to life
They flick across the territory
Resplendent like the sky
Some of the snow absorbs UV
Unseeable crumbs and dye
Picking up clues, bat my eyes
I screw them as the iris of the storms eye
My three shades are divisible
Lust to see the invisible
Tetrachromacy
See what I cant see
Tetrachromacy
See what I cant see
Polygondwanaland
Inconspicuous you and me
Crown in candle is lost in me
My three shades are divisible
Lust to see the invisible
Tetrachromacy
See what I cant see
Tetrachromacy
See what I cant see