Dot

Color dotted vision
deafened itself to
emotion. Indifferently
surveying soothsaying.
There is silence in
the human pixel,
despairing nothingness
clinging to everywhere.
The skin tightened
to his eyes, grows
tauter still, squeezing
colors tighter; this
embrace, this
desperate embrace
trying to soothe
inevitability. How
appropriate then;
color visioned dots
devoid of feeling
as grayscale
finally went blind.