Watch the colors turn to blue
As everything must do
Unique specimens accrue
Before you can record the distinct variations
Formalize specifications
Observer and object shift to blue
In a certain light it's true
Follow guidelines, you can prove
The temperature at which the sutures break apart
And change alignment and re-harden
Beckons unfamiliar colors
Hints the features of his brothers
Mutates into undiscovered shades
That no one's learned to love so far
When the whole composition
From a distant, fixed position
Has become a mannequin
Presents as its own flip descriptions
Dull to all latent surprises
Sporting with your own devices
Figures painted on your eyes
Will become unrecognizably blue