the evolution of a sudden moment

it's all the between
moments that count, the moment
between gathering paint
on the brush and holding it poised
above paper
or that one just before sacrifice
knife blade suspended
over the work
imminent desecration.
completion surrendered to deity
rendered incomplete. what about that
passage of colour and crystal
half woven perfection, ecstatic
vision in momentary equilibrium
then tugged through the warp
obscured forever, at very least
that space between i'm done
and the final     sigh