The rain is made
of falling masks,
masks like the faces
of bats, swashbucklers

carried in
on a wind of colors.
Eric is
gotten all dressed up

doesn’t know who dressed him,
some little Mommy
sent him off
the colors are crashing like

cymbals,
decibals,
flower-shouts
from floral throats,

algal blooms,
kaleidoscope blossoms
Eric hits
the colors with his face

His face becomes
a head-like
hollow
humanoid-esque

volume
full of colors
raining and
exchanging flames