Clover Garland Island - maudlin of the Well

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.