Seemingly You Like The Grey Area

i admit i live there. I live
in the places of dawn
and twilights where
i have learned to
tinker about anything.

there are exceptions
and exemptions there.
it is no longer black
or white, or
either/or, it is a ray
a rainbow of
possibilities. I embrace
gradients.

it is the meeting place
of lost elements
when they do not fit
they come
looking lost and then
they say they finally
find a home.

here they are accepted
there they are excepted.

not that black and whites
are not acceptable. No.
and Yes. Not that.
it is, 'it can be'

it is always here a
myriad possibility
where you become
yourself that way
you want it. Taste.
Smell. Tick and Lick.

Imagination so powerful.
Unlimited thoughts.
Impossibilities becoming
possibilities.

This is the grey area.
I live here. I am happier.
Do you know where this is?

Come. Undress their colors.
And know at first that in here
color does not matter
they mix, and there
is no limit to their
shades and pastels.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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