Shade of Gray

Nothing lasts, only memory remains and even they, fade into distant grays stained, blends of pale whites, burnished black rubbed in the shine of towering dusk churning plaque, clouded skies meshed beyond the light of the sun to undo what morning had first begun. Each step was taken in silhouette inflations faded to shadows cast against a struggled flirtation where time passes into a stagnating display the mix of every shade of palest gray.