Whenever the paint fell together
Destabilizing solid formations in the heat
It was always too blue
Picking it apart atom by atom
Trying to explain the concepts of transmutation
Failing to see the colors as interchangeable
The significance of grey was underestimated
I always thought rainbow
With its separate sequences but all inclusion
Was the palette of unity
A paintbrush shadows the mixture
A foreign hand reaches in behind me
I see you for the first time
And the colors begin to merge
An X amount of everything blended
The rainbow giving way to clouded skies
Grey skies…
Grey, with an E because that’s how you spell it
Wear it, think it, live it
Grey is precedent to any rainbow
I’ve realized that now
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