Everything falls into its rightful place.
The tumult makes way for the natural ordering,
A wave of warmth and surety
Settling into deep trenches worn by Care.

For a time the feeling remains,
Suspended in a purgatorial stasis
Of ideals and realized convictions,
A universal reprieve of the slimmest proportions.

As the ocean upgathers renewed vigor
To begin again the churn,
The floor falls away, and once more into
Unseeing activity,
The searching gaze, ever questioning,
Fallow paths to follow
With a hoped-for End, palatial but more
Cantakerous and weedy.

Unbending, untempered,
Unrealized, undulating uncertainty
Until