I am a grey flat, not slope nor steep incline
nor rolling cylinder nor irregular figure
I stay stable, come what may
be it red from the left, or
blue from above
I do not move
green sometimes engulfs me
when I see the imbalance of others
how they shift! and tumble and fall!
oh how exciting it must be!
to feel the rush of colour, the brief
moment of clarity, before you are
set in passionate motion
I do not know of motion, for I am flat
and grey, and even this green