How does one know they’ve reached the end? Is that something with an answer?

The end of the rainbow always masked. Has it something of value?

Perhaps you must look closely, for once I saw a lady stand before

those iridescent pillars. Across the screen, I smiled, aghast. Something like envy.

She jumped for joy, though “nothing” was there besides light

playing tricks. And still she basked without the need for anything.

How many times have you reached the end of the sidewalk, Zozo?

Then jumped into the neighbor’s patch of grass, as if there was something more