Melancholic Air【POETRY】

 Melancholic Air

Like the true monochromacy of humanity
  it feels thick but sparse
  like pudding fog in the sky
  though it does produce color in life.

Out of the zeros comes the Number one.

I ask 'is your vision bluish gray' for it could be both
  In hopes that the tricks would fix
  But it kicks.

But life still comes out of color
Feeling is color, if feeling is slumberous