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 grass until the Morning When it was hoisted up again By a spinning Rainbow O'er the vale.
