For a while now I have been ambiguous —
Neutral.
I have taken many shapes,
Temperatures.
You might think being inconclusive makes you monotone,
A single shade of grey,
Flat.
In fact, it is the opposite.
I am every color at once.
Shapeshifter, chameleon, transient,
A conglomerate.
I am any shape, any color you want me to be,
I think you want me to be.
But it burns to be unstable:
An unfinished octet,
An incomplete scale,
A sentence without a period
To yearn for constancy,
Without pain,
Without fear,
It is the human condition.
Yet no one can be constant in a world that always is changing.
To be everything at once is survival.