There Is A Moment

by angel

There is a moment
Between the flick of a light switch
And the sinking explosion as the room becomes revealed.
I lies between the short, sharp, shock to the skin
And the subsequent intake of the chilled air to the lungs.
It is the time that dwells in the void amid the collision of earth and a entity caught in hot-blurred decent,
And the precise moment of the abrupt termination of movement.
It is woven into the slamming of an oak door, it is the core of the ticking of a clock.
There is a moment.
It can be harnessed.
It can change everything