Who knows which hue will persist.

 Or which flower?

Every flower, every landscape has a sly eye

and a tinge of red.  You probably were never taught this at school.  Staggering what we weren't taught in any class. Staggering, what life teaches us.  

Sometimes what you see is so darn queer

 For instance, olives pointing to the center of a flower.  Could this be dream-logic?  

Flower as fish

To see as is.  To see as the other.  To behold both.