Avert your sight from me.
This tree trunk's got teeth
Rough surface, pointy heartaches
The ground with no nutrients
They left for better soils.

Avert your ears from me.
Why hear the blue wind blow?
It passes by as quickly as it came.

Avert your mind from me.
What use the dying smolder bore
For one such pyre as yourself?
Your purpose is to burn and combust
But who will heal those left?

So face the silver sun instead
burn your rotting retinas
voice silenced
remote forgotten
but i'll still be here, tolerable medley
of stubborn oxymorons
that bleed tangerine, aquamarine
forgetful-filled tears of colors.