The Rainbow Road

The tiniest of the tiny living things could be seen walking on the rainbow road carrying thermos flasks in hand regulating temperature of the sun and hence the day with the flick of their fingers or their wrists making their wrist watches fall slipping time everyone is delayed in getting to where they should get to at least by seven seconds trimming their beards in the nick of time missing trains by the breadth of a hair breathing so not dyeing and dying but for dyers and makers of lead missiles that cast shadows on the ground it is a good sunny day with warm sunshine at arm’s length farewell to little baby shoes never used being the shortest story to move all the sharks the horny scrawny men played with perhaps incorrectly attributed to the smokers of cigar drinkers of whiskey growers of beards wearers of sweaters makers of friends in pubs and so on they walk searching for the perfect word drunk on textual pleasure willing to get to any corner of the world to experience the kinkiest textual fantasy to evolve and reach the state of an organism with utmost enlightenment like the Buddha who walked barefoot till he reached the tree of the Bodhi to get much-o light without paying anything for the electricity for free, for free, for free and it is not something that is promised to everyone, heave brown wooden crosses included and torn robes to wear when you fall carrying the responsibilities of the world on your broad shoulders sixty-seven inches broad