gray

Black and white is easy
simple, clean cut, defined
sort everything into piles
categorize into dewey decimal files
a place for everything, and everything in its place
confident in the spic n' span plan
right and wrong, left and right
segregated in unending cubicles
black, white, black, white
row on endless warehoused row
under the glare of the fabricated fluorescent light

But gray is difficult
nuanced, unknown, unclear
Gray the twilight, gray the dawn
clinging to the edge of sunset
awaiting light's waking yawn
Gray the smoke of passion that burns
all our bridges
gray the ashes to which we return
Yes, gray the transition,
where black meets white
when steely silk fibers web artificial divisions
and we see our pretense
in attempts to define transcendance.

Black White
Light Dark
Night Day
Life Death:
Paradox won't fit in a box.
(Ever.)