The moment within good and evil
has no time or space.
The yes or no, the right or wrong,
stares down decision ‘ s face.
It flew upon a twisted hope
with promises untouched.
The well spring was rooted up
and covered by evil ‘ s rut .
The moment quietly waits
around the fate of death’s will.
History changed because of a few,
the whole world lay in still .
A pause before the precipice ignored,
a cry from time will not erase.
What comes but from the moments world-stage,
the deepest part, the darkest place.
© CMM 2001