The Moment

The moment is quick
And sharp,
Relentless in
Its iron clasp.
The moment beats
Bones and flesh
Only stops to start afresh,
Like heavy rain of pure woe,
On and on and on it goes,
The moment pours down…

And I…am of the moment.
I am the moment’s monster.
The bastard child.
And the creator.
The circle gapes and closes
Into me.

All else outside the lines
Of this eclipse
Seems like myths
I once took part of
And will partake again
(Though not today).
My eyes are fogged
And fixed
On the moment’s crawling back.

The heart froze its dreams,
The ego gave its hopeless squeals
To the moment.
Deal me a blow,
But I shall not feel it,
My shaking reflection
Petrified by its own self.

Cold you are, moment of mine…