Shades of Grey

Color it all black and white
That way its easier to identify the grey areas
to sift through and delineate the haze
the obscure plateaus upon which we stand,
afraid to take a step in fear of not knowing where the solid ground ends
Would that fall be worth it all? 
Or is this closing distance merely inevitable?

Up here, the haze is just foreboding 
an indistinct and general fear
Unless what is not known can be used just like a mirror

The black clouds on this white sky seem so soothing 
Because we know the shapes they will take are all the predictable ones
All the ones we've seen before

Black ink thrown on paper and folded on an axis
an imaginary bisecting line
And all I see when I look at the images
is a hodge podge of smiling silent faces 
Do they even look like me?
Could I possibly see myself in the glossy, wet reflection if I tried?
If I drew another line and folded it again?
I'm terrified that only one side of the paper will hold the design,
the imprint,
the information short of words and maybe even beyond them,
that will spell out "I was here!" 
?

Like a tag in a subway station
Graffittied fables spray painted by the minstrels of metropolitan misanthropy
Screaming through the nozzle of a spray paint can
For just a touch of recognition and a hint of acknowledgment
Someone to see what they see
A shattering of the fantasy

Greyscales on the dragon of disbelief
White steeds on black standards
Halberds cleaving darkness
Bright white strewn across a field of streaming consciousness
Lows, highs, truth, lies, and everything in between 
And upon folding it again, this crown befits a king
Yet, also, in its symbol, takes from him everything 
They do not bow to him for he is just a drop of white
On a page of solid black
A negative impression left by a lack of lasting impact

The streets run white, filling in the cracks
An intensity piling bodies casting shadows under streetlamps
Heatlamps charring all past recognition
Redefining definition of a black and sober traintrack
Two lines leading parallel souls upon their way
The conductors want it black and white
But in truth, in reality, 
Its a thousand shades of grey


*one of my older works*