A flash of dizzying brilliance –
and rainbows arc and dance,
Science defying gravity.
Remove the Light,
and the mystery implodes;
a vortex of chaotic, gaping grief-space
unlit,
unloved,
falls by warped way-side.
But once rainbows are born,
first-born suns illuminate
the pain-place,
and Wounded walk,
painted in surreal stripes,
labelled
True Colours…