Vivid brushed against my eyes
And left its imprint screened;
Saturation settled in-between my temples.
Graphic pictures without words
Explained their presence keener;
High definition really needs revising.
Images of long forgotten colour
Remembered what they were;
Mediocrity was covered there that day.
Intensity persuaded me to stay
And view my little story boards;
More lucid in my eyes than diamonds.
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