If black is white, then there is no room for grey.
There is room for grey,
Therefore black is not white.
But this logic seems flawed.
Orwell may have been speaking too broad,
But what I take as white,
Has somehow taken flight.
Turned it black,
To the point where there’s no going back.
But I know that grey exists,
Because nothing can be solely one extreme.
I can look at it upside or even try to wrangle or twist,
But it does little to redeem.
Little to help me understand.
Too much for me to take it out of hand.