Going down
Without a sound
But colours all around
Surrounded by
A twirling landscape
Arabesque
Minaret
Turning, twisting
Masquerade of colours
Spinning spider-web
Makes my head spin, too
And ever, always
Gravity calls
Pulling me down
Into the heart of Hell
Masquerading as a rainbow
Yellows, reds, blues and greens
Bleeding into each other
A many-coloured tapestry
A cathedral-esque stained glass
Motley patchwork quilt
Blinded by colours
When all I want is some black
Some white
Some grey
Some soft, cool monochrome
To eke out the
Dizzying
Spiraling
Harlequin hell