Gray
Should I be glad to exist in shadows?
Should my being revel in complexity?
The tremor of realization
The murder of dichotomies.
Has all simplicity gone to shambles?
Is the world now a chaotic place?
A melting heat to fuse fragments
A heterogeneous mixture.
Tell me god or space-time or faceless void
Tell me why absolutes lack existence
Images of fake realities
Images of what never is.
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