Uh-oh. Fall. And after fall comes...comes...waaah!
My favourite part of this was the opening stanza:
"Crystal pillars of varying size
and each colorful
was a shining beam
I can just see you standing in the midst of several crystal monoliths. The monoliths begin to glow brighter and brighter. Suddenly, they all shoot beams of light at you, into you. You are coloured light.
Pretty cool poem. Why don't you call it "Crystal Pillars" or "Each Colourful Protusion". Untitled just doesn't have the same kick after you read this.