AI art by me

Nothing’s purely dark or light,

Time between the day and night,

Twilight Time casts shadowed forms,

Calls to question accepted norms.

Are they female, are they male?

Are they hardy, are they frail?

In the grey zone all is none,

One is zero and zero is one.

A special time of Nature’s Quantum,

Is it Fall or is it Autumn?

What’s within a single name?

Categories given shame.

Absolutes are not so sure,

When the light is not so pure.

And even in the bright of noon,

Darkness thrives in shuttered rooms.

Where doth lead my noble rhyme?

That has taken so much time?

Nothing’s pure or should it be,

Alloys are what make us we.

Mixtures of so many things,

Tapestries so filled with strings,

Never try to think you know,

If it’s yes or if it’s no.

Jon Grey 3/29/25