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…