A breakdown of the poem "Soot, and Ash"

Gray, soot and ash,
Prospects of red,
Prophets of man, 
Say look at the back,
Confidence in space,
Dreams from the trash.

Without arms, war, without debt,
Red just looks as it is,
Never having beauty in it.

Gray, hooks and bags,
Prospects of violent ends,
Talk in the common grounds,
Say what you can,
Confidence in defence,
Dreams from the calf.
Stay aloof and fashionable,
Projects of tribal dance,
Hospitals and viral clips,
And take what you can...
E, flats, D, valves,
See, pass, be, pass, 
Even a chromatic,
Play what you can,
Eventually life passes.

The poem begins with a stark and brutal image of a world in decay, where beauty is lost and red is reduced to a meaningless color. But then, in the second stanza, introduces the idea that red can take on a new meaning in the context of a life that's been fought for, a life that's been scarred by struggle and hardship.

As the poem progresses, it introduces new ideas and imagery, exploring the themes of power dynamics and free will. The third stanza is a commentary on the way that our ability to speak and communicate is limited by our position of power and defense, and the image of the calf is a powerful symbol for the way that we're all vulnerable and powerless in some way.

The fourth stanza is a list of shallow and superficial aspirations, like being aloof and fashionable or attaining viral clips, and it's a commentary on the way that we're all just chasing after fleeting rewards and validation.

And then, in the final stanza, musical notes and terminology make a point about life, suggesting that even in the midst of creation and beauty, life is still passing us by, and that we're all just playing the notes that we can, before the music ends.

Throughout the poem, exploring the idea that our experiences and perspectives can be distorted or warped by external factors, and that even if we're following the rules or the norms, we can still be living in a world that's not truly our own. And the final line, "play what you can, eventually life passes", is a commentary on the human condition, suggesting that the only way to truly be real, to truly be ourselves, is to create and to live in the present moment, before it's too late.