The crucial moment is desperately slow,
The fateful instant is infinitely stretched,
In fragmented repeats.

Hunting for defining moments is pointless
When one is awed by instances of the past.
The re-enactment of epiphany is flawed,
Difference is more often undergone than sought after.

Inexhaustible horn of plenty,
Fits of commitment in a teacup -
On its watery surface, reflected,
The pretence of becoming.