there must be
a pool where
rainbows drain
the colors run
into a clarity
in hued division

do the seven
separate strands
crash back into
a blinding white
or fizzle into
a hazy gray diffusion
the same as a
majestic waterfall
against the slowly
eroding stone beneath

sleepless nights
spent differentiating
the disparate shades
only to chase
prismatic madnesses
across cerulean skies