Seeing Red

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Seeing Red?
Only if I were.
Every color,
Wrapping its veins around my mind.
Magenta grass,
Turquoise sun rays,
Fuchsia trees,
Topee clouds.
My dyslexic color wheel.
But reality gray bleeds though.
Abstract swirls interlaced in my brain,
Now drowning under.
Concealed by concrete entity.
Striving to fracture the impediment
Of its glory.
Frustrated opaque screens
Barricade the contingency
Of their diversity.
Splitting my conscious
Away from what I know,
the colors bombard their blockage
spilling over the edges of my eyes.
Seeing Red?
Only if I were.





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