Where are you now when you’re not in the black, and not quite on white?
No edges, just blurs and fades and blends.
There aren’t even noise but not all that quiet.
You dive in the deepest blues to resurface in cloud seas.
Not low enough, high but not that far out.
You swim then you fly but you’re never really there.
You open your eyes and the search is elusive.
Eyes wide shut and it’s almost there.
You’re awake to a muted world.
Your colored world all too awake in your sleep.
And then you’re awake again and grasp the barely there outlines,
To find your colors outside the lines.
And your sunrise a mirage.
Not bright, no light.
An endless sea of gray.
Where are you now if not drowned in silver?
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