When It’s Gray

 

When It’s Gray

 

When it’s gray,

You do not sample the light.

You are not betrayed in the dark,

Shapes are formless, their meaning indistinct,

When it’s gray seduction is too close.

 

When it’s gray

All the edges are blurred.

You may not reach for support,

Anything can be a blade,

When it’s gray the unexpected can cut twice as deep.

 

When it’s gray

Movement has no meaning.

There is no forward,

You cannot go back.

When it’s gray no direction is better than any other.

 

Cliff Lake

12/21/2014

©Copyright Clifford Lake 2014

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