Purple streams of consciousness pierce the silver clouds of your minds’ sky as yellow arrows flow north along the red rock canyon floor.
The infinite sound of whispering wind and thoughts not spoken aloud are held close– tucked away in a pocket of truth, or in your pink terry cloth bathrobe.
A blue pearl of sanity rolls out onto the floor and
Your heart beats the rhythm of green primordial ooze bubbling up through the earth’s core filling the universe with questions left unanswered.
“Where does the rainbow end, on your soul or on the horizon?”