Giving Rise to Rainbows
They’re coming to take you away, freckled angels and under-paid orderlies. So strap on your armor and march into the arena, it’s a good day to die. But then the games get called because of tornadoes.
See how our plans get foiled, how night falls and the stars come out? The invention of neon, god decomposing in a wheat field.
Is this where sin came in and drained the joy out of everything?
Soiled linen and bed pans.
Hang tough, wait for rectitude to show its face.
In spite of it all we’re evolving back into light, which gives rise to rainbows.