Dynamite Rainbow

[Underground_Network]

An explosion of colors,
Smeared across the landscape.

The world is an isometric plane
That I have fanned across
Only once in my lifetime,
But in my trek,
Failed to take notice
Of the infidelity of time,
And the quiescence of the surrounding world.

I never understood ubiquity,
Why the color red
Stood behind me
And in front of me
At all times,
Whether in Paris
Or Madrid.

I saw explosions of color
Everywhere,
But even when the turquoise sea
Engulfed my line of sight,
Scorching within my corneas
A sense of deep abyss
And a drowning, an inability
To breathe, a desire to choose flight
Over fight,
I still saw red.

Ubiquitous red.
Everywhere,
Unpredictable.
Always behind me,
Always in front of me.
Six other colors always in pursuit.
Always exploding around me.
Soundless, odorless explosions,
Who's only residue
Is a seven-color sabotage
Of the human mind,
A disillusioned sense
Of patriotism
Staining a tattered
American flag.

Red,
Everywhere.
Orange,
In close pursuit.
Green,
Just around the corner.
Yellow,
Several streets away.
Blue,
Just beyond the horizon.
Indigo,
Between crows' nests and lunar alleys.
Violet,
Laid within the crested sunset.

Red,
Within the explosion of color,
Ubiquitous,
Unrelenting,
Unmoving,
Just there.

Eyes set aflame,
Bursting into shadows of a torrent past,
A past brought tumbling down
By a dynamite rainbow,
A delayed explosion
Within the human mind
That follows, quite often
The streaming of tears
From the clouded mind
To the cold, hard pavement
Always found beneath my quivering feet.