Shadows Peak

Grey shadows purge and fall,

At shadows peak time mends

Each wound in salve,

High time at the sundry

Low tide in the galleys

Rivers puree, mix and blend

Thickening agents of pretend

Opposition great and narrow

Round pegs in the crosshairs

Of the terrible

At shadows peak collusion dries

Painted scabbing removed succinct

When darkness crosses

Our mental images pale and shrink

From sights too sinister to repeat,

Where acuity shrivels and sinks

Holes of tradition, pits of man,

Falling through flesh bound sandy, reckonings

Binding tightly, clinging grasps and knuckling white

Polarities twist and tilt,

Soon the walls collapse,

As the heart renews, it must close its eyes as one breathes,

Of the terrible.