Threshold

I've gone to find the remedy
A thousand times before
For empty anonymity
Of dusk and twilight's lore

That threshold as you leave
And never seem to enter
The pause right off the center
A breath-reducing heave

The gray as a condition
Into a frightful state
Of in-between perdition
And stolen fishing bait

The fight without a cause
On top of changing tides
A crescent moon that hides
A gain that brings you loss

Unfinished definition
And a generic face
A choice with no decision
A place in empty space

But all is not so bleak
Between midnight and twelve

To morph, to bend, to tweak
To brace the change itself

by Ivan Guerrero Najera