flashing on the moment a mistake

begin the magic with a simple glance
across a room or into deepest time
it seems but random only a mere chance
but everything that came before must prime

the moment that becomes the starting point
of something different on a different shore
that puts all time out of its normal joint
and lets what comes now differ from before

what comes we know is nothing less than change
and that we fear it is already given
but we express in our complaint a range
of thoughts that are so strongly driven

that when all motion and all actions cease
we think it death when it is merely peace