Prismatic Grid Portrait

In prismatic squares, a face learns how to shine, Each measured line recalls a careful, coded art; A restless rainbow draws the boundary of mind, And maps a quiet storm that gathers in the heart. The eye, a blue horizon, keeps its steady flame, While orange dusk and violet set the cheeks alight; In grids of time, we stitch our many-colored name, And stand in broken hues, astonishingly bright.