Another Brick On the Wall - Lesson 1 : The Rainbow
A wall does not arrive all at once
it is assembled quietly,
lesson by lesson,
layer by layer.
On one side, silence learns its shape:
muted blues, chalked whites,
a curved shadow pressing inward
order mistaken for safety.
On the other, something refuses.
Color breaks rank.
Red insists.
Gold fractures the surface,
bleeding downward like memory
that will not stay contained.
Between them, a seam
not clean, not obedient
a place where control falters
and something unnamed begins to speak.
The rainbow is not soft here.
It does not arch politely across the sky.
It seeps, it drips, it resists translation.
This is the first lesson:
not destruction,
but awareness
the moment you realize
the wall was never solid,
only repeated.