The world is too achromatized:
It’s emptied out and sanitized —
We need some colors in our lives
For all the sections of our eyes
We never use, and so retire young.

The world becomes habitualized:
And well before we’ve realized
We’ve lost the verve, the scale, the size,
And swallowed all the hows and whys
On which this world is hung.

But we stay tightly strung —

Our minds should not be colonized,
Or occupied, or fossilized:
For we are meant for colors bright,
And to show ours
To ward each other’s

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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