Vision is dispersion of the matrix compression. A lense that lends experience by a fraction. Triangular control devides light chaos into order. Sight is universal means for a detangling of a blurred border.
Peaches and lemon, Apple of green. Fruitation of color is a gifted screen. Liliac haze and purple wine. The rainbow dream of human experience is devine.
My eyes are unique and no one will ever see what I see. But my mind is hive and my vision a composite like a bee.
We all have a story to share within our Giza home at the people tree. Each set of eyes, carefully crafted and meant to be. Colors are the language with which our mosaic experience is encoded. Eyes are a vice in which Mother Earth has moulded.
I used to take something as simple a color for granted. But now I see it the most sublime fruit that was ever planted. We should all wear our unique experience with pride. It can take a bit of time to appreciate the tide.
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