The colours at the time

A little blue at the 

bottom -

splashed, perhaps,

with indigo.

    

Dark round the middle, in 

stickly shards,

reaching to the blue

but not

quite. 

  

Perhaps a little yellow, no-

green,

a turquoise 

washed around the edges

meets the dark. 

  

And around, forever

a never ending red

an orange and black

eyelid. 

  

Opened,

Unseeing.

The End

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