Drawn to a Black and White World

Only a thin blue line
A hint of haze 
As fog puckers its surface; 
Smokescreen of view,
Visceral changes manifest as
Blurred shapes deep within a 
Cloud- born haze form 
Lines without ends, 
Fields, their boundaries lost in
Vanishing spectral light-
Of 
A chain of promises broken; 
Drawn in are we or out 
Into a black and white world?