The sky draped itself face-down
A pacifying hood
Greyous in any way
And its cage was the dome of
The rainbow
Two-dimensional to some, but
For everyone beneath,
It was Atlas
If you looked up from below
At its coloration
Its bands grew broader
Towards the summit
As the shades short-waved
The most vast color:
Violet
I was stuck on Violet, miniaturized
It was four days' walk to the blue border
The "Land of the Arch'ed Circle"
That was Violet.
I imagined the bottom of the Rain Bow
Tunneling through the roots of the Mountain
I walked Violet to the Equator
Where I dug my own grave then died in it
Beneath the ground I rode the royal hue
All through the Earth for Eternity
And as the sun became too dim
The frame dissolved and
The Greyous blanket fell.
It lay upon the gra** until the Morning
When it was hoisted up again
By a spinning Rainbow
O'er the vale.