Colours
The colors scheme behind my eyes,to break free from their disguise.
To pour from corneas, retinas, pupils, and all
to splatter themselves upon these mundane walls.
It mixes and mingles; intertwines and tangles...
Comes back at me from all conceivable angles.
An assault on the senses, both aesthetic and vulgar,
with all the power of a saviour and mugger.
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