in the quiet moments

... in the quiet moments Love enters the arena to no applause yet, it is clearly seen pushing through the ceiling the entire world crumbles at Love’s feet it is a giant cyclops one eye on everything it is heard in the heart felt in the mind a contradiction where old dreams split at the seams the meaning of it all unmeasured, deeper than the deepest sea you'd walk across an ocean for Love, a universe contained in the playing of a thumping organ keeping time eternal like a stop watch with no pause like there will be no tomorrow Love stands its territory in wars like a god and its legions then, following conquest, holds you firm in its arms under silken covers of dark night, Love follows you in your dreams you cannot see it but somewhere behind the everchanging cast of characters morphing all together, and miraculously, like only a harmless savant could, you sense it, in you, hibernating then waking live, electric, something so complex is remarkably simple, common, the breadth of a life like a small room implodes the expanse ruptures dimensions and all angels above and below lose their feathers all shining and tarnished halos gone bedlam in the quiet moments Candide Diderot. ‘24 Lark... ascending