this paint
by number reality
leaves an acidic
aftertaste as
rumbling dyslexia
makes the digits
unrecognizable

god as a painter
suffers from
acute colorblindness
casting shades of
gray in furious
strokes unknowing
if the hue matches
any true intent

she cracked open
my chest with magnificently
manucured nails to
unleash a spectrum
which washed away
the monochromatic
haze infecting hope

a stillness falls
as i rupture into a
rapturous reticule
enhanced by a deeper
understanding of
colorwheel condemnations
to spill semi poetic storms
upon black and white
panoramas of purgatory