A cosmonaut pollutes a rainbow. His vision returned to black and white. Rumors fly of epilepsy. Those of us who know better Rally round our fallen hero. Oil pumps in the desert. Anti-kryptonite held aloft. A mind's thoughts could bury a window. Air turns to ice and we watch. A unicycle floats by. A toad croaks. Salt crystals form. It is only moments now. Breadths. If we were a SWAT team, doors would fall. Space would collapse and all would be returned. Dust knows better though. A veil on her visor. She looks at us looking. A path within each particle Our idea as a witness.