The Fourth Colour

I believe the hyperbole

I see the fourth colour

Rising up out of my body

I am omnipresent for thee

Many fingers, many minds and

Many eyeballs puppet my feet

I walk the streets holy

I'm back to birth

I see the light

Even in my face

My brain keeps information

Now I'm a god in a photon

I see through walls

I see your heat

I can see your terror

Can see your future

I believe the hyperbole

I see the fourth colour

I can see, tetrachromacy

I see the fourth colour

Rising up out of my body

I am omnipresent for thee

Many fingers, many minds and

Many eyeballs puppet my feet

I walk the streets holy

Seen green and Tiona has me

But I will be

Third eye is free

I am not a body

Tetrachromacy

I believe the hyperbole

I see the fourth colour

I'm back to birth

I see the light

Even in my face

I analyze information

Now I am a god