Borderline

Suspended in a grey void is my mind,

searching for those rare intricacies of life,

looking for the psychedelic vision it once enshrined.

And yet, this bleak grey cut through like a knife.

As time advances on, I discover more

and more the strength of my bare grey landscape.

No, the strength in metamorphosis: before

and after. To an awakened mental state.

Realising that the desolate grey is bright,

and preserves the burgeoning echoes of tomorrow.

Patchworks of vibrancy came before this, but now,

now these muted tones harmonise my internal fight.

Grey is a borderline, it’s the locus between

reaching a finite haven whilst embracing what’s been