Where the rainfall ends

This is the place where the rainfall ends
Where nothing touches the ground
Where man becomes horse
Where horse becomes boy or fish or
One with the wind.
This is place where all colors live,
Where nothing goes unseen,
Where the colors live is called
the visible light
of the electromagnetic spectrum.
Radio, Television, Phones,
Those don’t exist here.
No PCs. No Windows XP. No Apple.
Just real fruit with real color.
Where grey is not what they need to say
Through the eyes are color but
reality is grey.
A truth that is hidden
behind the veil.
Pull, rip, destroy the veil.
Tear, slice, destroy the veil.
Blackness
torn open.

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