Grey Area

This Grey Area

I am the last gargoyle
the last bastion
of reality
but this grey area
has eroded my mind.
I have been here for centuries.
Counting my shadow
as opposite.
Waiting for movement
for organic cessation.

This is a lonely place
defined by my own polarity.
And still, my vision is restricted
to the striation in the middle
where I imagine mountains
rivers of people
coalescent and cleaving



but, unlike me
they never move.