Between and betwixt
The light & dark
There is a phase of blur
Wherein clarity is embedded. 

In this momentary distortion
The phase holds the potential
For infinite possibilities.
Awaiting its turn to appear
Blur may seem bleary,
But like a bud holds the bloom
Blur holds the moment of clarity.

Fear not the blur
It’s a transient phenomenon
Like all things
Change is the only constant.

An embodiment of uncertainty
Of the uncomfortable reality
Blur takes its time to clear
Like a foggy winters day.

It makes you imagine your truths
In the shadows of grey
Between the black & white
Blur may seem challenging
But it provokes perception
To decipher this dance of illusion & reality

Savvy