A barbershop quartet 

invited to lament

the unalloyed solipsism

symptomatic of a

monochromatic way

of being.

 

An a cappella rendition

of a pellucid vision,

in which the self

drowns out the rest. 

 

But the harmony is close,

to the point of suffocation,

and the melody of escape

demands a major change

in octave to avoid

a looming decimation.