Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Rain Bow

I followed the rainbow
To its end
After a storm.

There was nothing there for you;
There was nothing left for me.

Apparently, there was always

A blinding nothing,
Like a rainbow,
It begins but has
No end.

Like life.

We all begin
Never end

For even in death
There is a journey;

Even in death,
We do continue.

Let now the rain bow.

May 18, 2005

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