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.