Hurl Grey

Hurl Grey
Why grey?
Why ask—
Of glistening, dancing
Waves upon waves?
Of horizonic azure
Ad finitum?
Of heraldic, emeraldic
Land carrot?
Of salmon coral,
Hyacinthic dusk-dawn?

Why the synapse?
Why the lacking?
Why the confusion?
Why the coldness—
Albedo-broken?
Why the fog?
Why the misery?
Why the black and the white?
Why must it remain the
Fucking grey?