I Shut My Eyes in Order to See- Paul Gauguin

i want to type as i did experience
i enter and the colour fades, i scrunch
my eyelashes together and pull, pull
to revive it. the colourless is a relief at first, yes
but then i must make meaning, must colour
and so on the tip of my arched toe sprouts yellow
slivers of sweat, puffs of purple carbon dioxide
rise up and down my shin, and with the hollow of my back
suspended in black tar, the pain red and hot and lively
bounces on my flourescent pearls and i know i am am am...perfect