Sideways Eights and Spiralled Straights

red eyes are yellow, and blue eyes are violet
open your shallow, newly formed eyelids.
distress is meager, and arkess is your world;
young and so eager: your mind as it unfurls.

petals of flwers, a rainbow in blossom.
it has an attraction; takes your eyes just to cross them.
returns to your memory, to your pas recollectioin:
an amazing wealth of empathy towards any colorful impression.

color and greyscale have been at war
for rights of your vision, your memory;
a newborn to this world so frighening-barely, yu balance te exten of your pain.
it's no longer your struggle
to be tough enough not be toppled.

open you deepened sockets, your eyelids:
you've grown, dear child- do not deny it.
to deny the startling spiral of color that compromise and compirse the orb that you stand on is to deny what makes you human: acceptane of beauty; and th ignorace of the amazing.
so embrace the wheels of color.
red, blue and green: make up what you see.
accept the impossible; embrace the unbelievable.

sideways eights and spiralling straights:
it goes on and goes on; get down to the indivisible.

sideways eights and spiralling straights:
it goes on and on; get down to the very minimal
units of  measure that cannot be measured.

distinction of light and absence thereof, and everything between.
deny the serousness of things grey and serene.

open your colors, your powers;
use them to paint a new world.
open your colors, with honor;
paint the flower petals as they unfurl.