naked eye, I fly

I was flying in my dreams with a crimson trail of memories

And you, you were there too, with your unspoken judgement of hues

But I am magenta, and my grace is unseen

by the

naked

naked eye, I fly

Don't you understand, my concentration of atoms

The only concentration I know all too well to be true

Thrives in forgotten promises

And I, the bearer of these amensia heavy melodies,

I linger in my song, that trails the sky

trails the naked eye, I fly

I need not bring to light

why the prisms bring light to me

while I dwell in the darkness

I need not communicate

why I dress in rainbows

but in black and white I cry

dressed by the naked eye, I fly

Perhaps it was the rotten few

that told me scold me tried to mold me

I am not who I saw I am

I am one color, the color of their dreams

A sweet wrinkled off-white

drowning in saturated transgressions

unable to speak, but willing to die

silencing the naked eye, I fly

Silenced, I shall not be

I shine in magenta

With its passionate rays of red

and its gentle eyes of violet

as my eyes make cities of the light

quietly meeting me in the sky

coloring the naked eye, I fly

When I woke up this morning

I had the eerie desire to leap

into myself

Like an entity of weightlessness

Like a calm sea waiting for the dive

So instead I closed my eyes

And suddenly I was high

higher than the naked eye, I fly