You take away a color and all rainbows cry. They cry colorful tears of realization that life has a beginning and an end. How easily is the cycle broken by dashing unicorns that fall. They fall so slowly so the earth realizes what is happening and the stars blink in pain. A scene of tragic death and yet framed by human presence it seems appropriate. We destroy beauty with ease.
I dance beneath a perfect rainbow and break its perfection with my fingers for my pleasure. I dance among the bodies of unicorns and broken dreams. My dreams.