like rain falling onto an open subway where you never see light
unless it's at the end of the tunnel.
Funnel down
and swirl around
like backwards barney ice cream cones
that drone their gum ball eyes
to see the survived
in an apocalypse against orange.
Like sweaty socks
of the regal
hunting down
for seagulls as servants,
like dogs,
fetch the retched death.
Mean green things
fight in the rainbow
while violet sits silent
in its own quiet subdue
to see the hue
fall down into the rain
of it's reign.
Big and tall
like falling and going home.
Violet is violence
but quiet
like a dragon's flagon
sifting sweet misery
until it's time to eat.
And like that.
Like rainbows.
Like dragons.
It's gone.
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