Kodachrome

(c) David Ramos

This life is awash in technichrome dreams
Forgotten in our waking hours
Bleached clean in the sun’s dramatic gleam
Keeping all the time that’s ours

The last developer put to rest
All the spools of fairy folk
They keep now only within the breast
A gleaming golden dreaming yolk

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