From the motley collection of sky
And collided suddenly
With the hurtful red
Resulting in some sort of new hue
That I had never seen
Before.
The Hue crunched inward
Confused at its true purpose.
Round and round it went again;
Needing to find what it was.
It went again, dizzy.
But the red had morphed into blue
And the blue had turned impossible.
They were stuck
As solid gold.
